Hailing from the town of Spittlocke, Wragliths are practical jokers with no appreciation of boundaries. Beer is brewed with giggle juice and Dormouse surprise, a staple on the menu at Donovyn’s Inn. Don’t be tempted to try the confused honey cakes and never shake hands with a Wraglith.
“Good evening,” said Donovyn shaking Beau’s hand. “Brrr,” said Beau as an icy pain shot up his arm. He glanced down to see an ice sleeve cover his arm from fingertip to shoulder. A few seconds later it broke in half and sleeve shaped ice forms smashed to the ground. Donovyn chuckled. “The old ice trick,” he said proudly. “It never fails.”