Full color version coming relatively soon, in the meantime:
Anvil: (to shopkeep) Hmm, I don’t know, do you have anything bigger?
Shopkeep: M’lady that’s made of dwarven deep iron, I don’t really understand how you’re lifting it, but I do have a petrified tree trunk out back.
Sydney: Hey Seabiscuit, do you have any 10 foot long poles?
Shopkeep: I have quarterstaves, but I don’t know how long a “foot” is.
Sydney: Dabbler your translation spell is broken!
Dabbler: It doesn’t automatically do units. I never bothered including that in my spell - I do the conversions in my head.
Maxima: If you’re so smart, they why are you trying to get me to dress like a Boris Vallejo painting?
Dabbler: Until we figure out how to get home, we should try to blend in.
Maxima: There’s little chance of that happening. That elder dragon thought I was a golem made out of solid gold, and tried to add me to its hoard!
Dabbler: And thanks to you knocking out 7 of its teeth, we can practically afford to buy this whole town!
Maxima: I knocked out 8 teeth.
Dabbler: Well I’m keeping one for myself, obviously. I’m going to make it into a kitchen knife that can cut through an engine block and still julienne a tomato!
I admire the shopkeep's commitment to service. "I have no idea what's going on here, but damn if that's going to stop me making this sale."
I would have said Sydney was a Monk type. Her ADHD gives her a bonus to dodge.
I could suggest my "B&B" idea, but that's for pin-ups and naughty stuff. (A fictional game, Babes & Beasts, aka Boobs and Butts.) Dabbler's costume sensibilities fit.