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Mutt, who has been watching the people in the room with a particular interest in the dartboard, turns to the lizard he walked in with, "Leggs, what game that?"

The lizard replies back, "It's darts. I think you're supposed to hit the center there."

"Can use magic...like short man?"

Mage hand spell failure (fails on 1):
1d4 ⇒ 4
1d4 ⇒ 3
1d4 ⇒ 4
1d4 ⇒ 3

Mutt casts a spell for each dart but the last, making it land exactly on the bullseye. Content with his results, he tries the last one without magic. He picks the dart up with a delicate elven left hand and throws.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 201d3 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

It's a solid hit on the dart board, which seems to have taken more of an impact than when the half-orc had a throw. "Mutt like game...Hope new master like game."

There's a bit of commotion as someone tries to ride their horse into the tavern. An employee steps out and, after a few angry warnings, the person who was on a horse walks in.

The first thing you notice is that he's limping and holding on to a lizard about the size of a large dog for support. The man has an undecorated dwarven beard, but the rest of his face resembles a mishmash of more monstrous races. His limp seems to come from his right leg ending in what appears to be a flipper. The lizard is similarly disfigured, looking like someone took parts from many different lizards and put them together, although in a seemingly more stable form.

The man speaks, taking his time to form semblances of sentences, "Mutt...here for...for look for new master...One you new master?...Mutt good body...bodyguard." The strange creature is holding a Lucerne hammer and wearing breastplate. A mostly full leather pouch hangs from his belt, but it doesn't jangle with the sound of coin.