4e was peak D&D and anything before or after is a pale comparison.

My cousin’s house, a co-worker’s desk, and my own shed, to name three different instances of lost or forgotten keys.

Also the stack of Masterlocks my friend thinks is funny to hide around my house but that’s a different story.

Lockpicks and earplugs. I’ve had to use both far more often than I’d like.

When it’s ablaze.

Joke’s on you, I survived past 30.

Jury’s still out for 40.

My autistic ass would have them watch all three Lord of the Rings movies. Y’all need to find a better diplomat than me.

Always has been.