Our party has set out into the wilds of the feywilds so naturally the first thing they come across is some unnatural river of nectar which has a shrinking spell all around it to try and keep neerdowells from making off with the sweet syrup. Our seconds team of heroes must make their way across a river of the stuff while they are shrunk down to only 3" tall. What trials are in store for our very tiny party? Listen in to find out!



Neim Cave Paintings: I was so tiny today that I used a blade of grass as a bridge to get across a lake which was only the size of a puddle. Then a button made me big again. So that's fixed.