Are there any players and a DM who would like to help me break D&D?

As you enter the tavern, the bartender looks up, "Welcome back! Already done with your task?"

Peanut looks ready to curl up into a quivering ball of nerves as she is hailed yet again as a great dragon slayer. She honestly has no idea how she gets herself into these situations.

"I... uhhh... okay...?" she says, clearly totally overwhelmed.

Kriv comes over to Peanut, "Hey, follow me." He goes over to a corner table.

Peanut nods and follows Kriv.

Kriv takes Peanut over to the table, "You seem overwhelmed, are you okay?"

Can I observe the room? If so are there anyone interesting?

Yes and no, the group and the bartender lady are the only people in the tavern.

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Kriv takes Peanut over to the table, "You seem overwhelmed, are you okay?"

Peanut sighs as she sits down, asking the waitress for a glass of water.

"I ain't gonna lie... this isn't how I planned my life outta' go," she says. "I was just a peanut farmer's daughter... my town was bein' ravaged somethin' aweful by a dragon, an' the town drew lots. I got sent up to the lair as a sacrifice to apro... apee.. uh... make the dragon happy. There I was, tied to a post in front o' a dragon's lair when the beast came wandrin' out. But he took one lick an' started chokin' an coughin' an makin' a right ruckass. A few minutes later he was on the ground an I was still tied to a post. When I finally got loose, I might 'ave got a bit greedy an' took some things from the dragon's horde. Now everyone thinks I'm some kind of legend an' I'm just some farmer who got really lucky."

"So you are a misinterpreted heroine, am I right?" Kriv asks in a polite tone, "Meant to appease the dragon but it died from allergies."

The barkeep hands you a water.

Peanut nods

"I... I ain't gonna say I'm mad 'bout not gettin' eaten, but now everyone and their ma thinks I'm a great dragon slayer."

Charis, who arrived with the group noticed Kriv and Peanut going to the corner to talk. and after giving them a few seconds he aproached, managing to hear Kriv's coment about Peanut being a "misinterpreted heroine".

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Peanut nods

"I... I ain't gonna say I'm mad 'bout not gettin' eaten, but now everyone and their ma thinks I'm a great dragon slayer."

"Sorry if I'm interrupting, but I heard a bit of what you two are talking and I have something to say." said the elf before waiting for some signal to continue. "You might've not been a 'Great Dragon Slayer' then, but you are one now. You summoned the djinn that did most of the fighting. He certantly did more than me, I threw a spell that didn't work and got bodied. Give yourself credit." adds before giving Peanut a small double tap in the back before walking towards the counter for a drink.

 I down and ask for a glass of water? And say to peanut “Yes Peanut, even though the dragon was not brought low by your hand, your actions help save us all.”

"Be proud of who and what you are! Walk with your head held high and your spirit full of righteousness!"

I walk up to the barkeep and ask if they have rooms available

Flint sits down with the rest of the group around Peanut and leans back in his chair.

"Peanut, mind if I let you in on a little secret?" Flint takes off his gloves and his belt, breaking attunement to these items. He becomes visibly more sickly, and somewhat gaunt, a stark change from the athletic and healthy look he normally sports. "I'm not actually the brawler type. I was raised in a mage's tower, and I'd always intended to become a wizard or an artificer of some sort. I especially enjoyed being in the dungeon where my old man kept all his magic items. I've used plenty out of his stash, including these that I carry with me now."  

Flint calls for a glass of water, then continues, "I was never sacrificed to a dragon, though my little town had a 'Dragon' of its own, a right mean bully who would fight everyone he came across. One day, that happened to be little old me, and I happened to be wearing these very items. Well, I very nearly killed him in one punch, and after that, I couldn't exactly take them off. I'd started a rep for myself, so I kept fighting in the streets, and somewhere along the way I learned to like it. Point is, you're not alone. While you may have survived once by luck, now you go by your skill and strength. Don't cut yourself short, Peanut. It's not good for the ego."

"Some are born to greatness; others come upon it by their actions; and some are just flipping LUCKY!"

Hemlock laughs loudly and with much gusto. She slaps a handful of coins on the bar and says, "A drink, a meal, and a room for my friends! HAAAA!"

The barkeep takes the coins and goes through a door beside the bar. After awhile she comes back with piping hot plates of meat and veggies. She sets it down on the table and goes behind the bar and makes a round of drinks.

I step outside to pray for a minute