[ Despite the hum of conversation and teary goodbyes, it’s still oddly quiet in the crater. It doesn’t seem right, and it does nothing for Eddie’s nerves. He needs to be doing something with all those thoughts bouncing around in his head, so he cups his hands around his mouth and calls out: ]
So, uh…one last round of D&D, or are you all too chicken?
jokey d&d interlude; ota
So, uh…one last round of D&D, or are you all too chicken?