Not a legendary sword, but a fork that never bends and a napkin that cleans itself.

Your sword is useless here. Your fireball will just make things delicious .

Roll for initiative… and appetite.

You wake up on cold, wet stone. The air smells like smoke, searing fat, and something sweet . This isn’t a normal dungeon. There are no goblins, no traps, no treasure chests filled with gold.