“It’s a trap.”
I snarled and considered my options. Luke, the half-elven ranger, stood beside me as we surveyed the room. The trap wasn’t obvious, but we knew it was there. A sudden release of poison, or a stone that triggered the release of a dozen arrows that would shred through our bodies in seconds. Our thief had gone down three rooms ago,
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I love the story, too - the awkwardness, the excitement. I can feel each emotion as you carry me through it!
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Been there. Love this line and this entry! :)
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