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Palace Garden Locations
 Compendium - Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->The Wild Beyond the Witchlight
Small humanoids to squeeze through. The wall encircling the garden is 40 feet high and is easily climbed due to the vegetation clinging to it. Concealed Inscription. Characters who search the gate for
badger minstrels plays delicate chamber music. The guests gathered here are denizens of the Material Plane who regard Zybilna as a fairy godmother-like figure. After using various fey crossings to enter
Palace Garden Locations
 Compendium - Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->The Wild Beyond the Witchlight
Small humanoids to squeeze through. The wall encircling the garden is 40 feet high and is easily climbed due to the vegetation clinging to it. Concealed Inscription. Characters who search the gate for
badger minstrels plays delicate chamber music. The guests gathered here are denizens of the Material Plane who regard Zybilna as a fairy godmother-like figure. After using various fey crossings to enter
Giants
 Compendium - Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Volo's Guide to Monsters
, exposed to gusting wind and sudden rain. It is as wildly changeable as a dream, and that’s how they regard it — as a dream. Nothing there is permanent, so nothing there is real. What happens on the
, the vortex that swirls around a remote island, or the thunderstorm that howls ceaselessly up and down a rugged coastline could, in fact, be the undying form of a storm giant clinging to existence
Giants
 Compendium - Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Volo's Guide to Monsters
, exposed to gusting wind and sudden rain. It is as wildly changeable as a dream, and that’s how they regard it — as a dream. Nothing there is permanent, so nothing there is real. What happens on the
, the vortex that swirls around a remote island, or the thunderstorm that howls ceaselessly up and down a rugged coastline could, in fact, be the undying form of a storm giant clinging to existence