Dornogal

Now at sunset, the group has made camp. Gobblyena has taken over “cooking” duties. Instead of a normal meal, she has produced a cauldron of swirling, sparking lilac stew. Brann looks on with deep skepticism, while Krakmon remains a silent, ethereal observer in the twilight, being glad he doesn’t need to eat. Gobblyena isn’t just…