At Ye Olde Bee—a magick-saturated tavern where even the drinkware bites back—nothing surprises the owner anymore. But when three kobolds in a trench coat waddle in with a fake mustache and a dream, it’s hard not to admire their commitment. They may be small, scaly, and hilariously conspicuous, but in a tavern where anyone can belong, sometimes the best disguises are the ones you pretend not to see.

Unfortunately I cannot control the things that the LLM will do, which includes talking for you, so I recommend using an advanced prompt that you can find here