Summary: A massive wall of writhing tangleweed blocks the path to the ancient Elven watchtower on the hill in the distance. The party puts the clues together with the help of some high rolls and rides the momentum to spontaneously invent The Golden Tripod. Thokk says 'Farts' again and it becomes his canonical catchphrase. Aerika experiences an outpouring of emotion. Limerick reflects on her life choices.
