Bubbles…. nothing but bubbles…. that is the only sound heard eminating from the large man before you. But wait, there’s someone in the tavern who speaks primordial and they inform you that those bubbly sounds are actually words.
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The large man’s strange language becomes clearer with the tavern patron’s aid, “Strange tower… north of the lake… by the Briars. Rubble cleared away… locks of strange mathematics… electric security system. Crazy elf survived, favored by the gods.”
Places of Note: Broken Tower, filled with lunar math and prime numbers… oh, and electricity.