Beyond the Veil of True

Previously

…Reginald, sensing an opportunity, puffed out his chest. "Of course, my dear Bartholomew! Observe, esteemed guardians of the brew!" With a flourish, Reginald executed a series of surprisingly agile hops, mimicking their bubble-hopping across the river. He exaggerated each movement, his cap wobbling precariously. The badgers watched, mesmerized, their gruff expressions softening into something akin to mild curiosity. When Reginald finished with a theatrical bow, the portly badger grunted. "Hmm. Quite… energetic. Reminds me of young Barnaby when he’s had too much elder