Charles Rampant
Adventurer
I love the smell of fireballs in the morning. You know, one time the Wizard had a hill fireballed, used up all of his spell slots. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' gnome body. The smell, you know that dead gnome smell, the whole hill. Smelled like ... victory.
You made it weird.
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