An Ode to Scotch:

What drips from my glass onto my waiting tongue.
but a sip of something that can hardly be sung.

Soft and Light or
Burning and Bright

From Decanter or Bottle I take glasses nightly,
only to hope they would treat me kindly.

I write less than I should, drink more than that, alas

I'm starting a new campaign with my friends and it is the first I've run in a few years. They decided on a pirate themed game and I've been wanting to use my copy of The Pirate's Guide to Freeport for years! Dropping the whole of The Serpent's Teeth into my campaign world.
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