Welcome to Ingrid’s Hall of Enchanted Wares and Steaming Brews, where old magicks and hearth-bound wisdom meet beneath a smoke-darkened roof. Behind the counter stands Ingrid. Browse her trove of wondercraft—steel kissed by runes, charms heavy with fate—and should you trade silver for spellwork, she’ll pour you a steaming horn of Dragon’s Breath Delight, a draught strong enough to wake the bones of giants and warm a frost-bitten soul.
This small mechanical beetle is filled with alchemist’s fire. When activated and thrown, it scurries towards a target within 20 feet and explodes, dealing 1d6 fire damage to all creatures within a 5-foot radius.