Here lies the body of Auberon Greatstag, retired adventurer and owner of the Dread Dragon Inn. It wasn’t long ago that you found yourself fighting alongside him, the clashing of swords on shields echoing even now in your memory. It’s hard to believe he’s dead, and were his body not right here in front of you it would be far-fetched to think that he’d met his demise at the hands of some no-good looter. On the floor next to the body is an empty goblet.
You check the body for any sign of what might have caused Auberon’s death, but can find no trace of a physical wound. His face appears calm, at least, as if he had accepted his fate and went without fear. Was he poisoned? Or perhaps this was some cowardly yet powerful dark magic? You imagine your friend would have much preferred to die on the battlefield.
The goblet is a finely crafted piece of drinkware, made of polished silver and adorned with intricate designs that gleam in the light of the hearth. It is large enough to hold a generous portion of ale or wine, but not so heavy as to be unwieldy. There are a few drops of the famed Dragonfire Mead collected along the inside, but you dare not taste it. When it comes to matters of potential poison, you’ve learned the hard way that “seeing if it would poison me too” is not helpful to the party or to your well-being.
