Clover put her hands on her hips, glaring at her fellow party members, "I have to say, your interpretation of me over the past couple of months has been appalling, to say the least. Not to mention your spelling. Lacey, I'm not sure how in the world you think a 'crochet' mallet might be intimidating. Now, since I read ten pages worth of you hapless adventurers' antics, you would think I have some idea of what's going on. Unfortunately, I'm not sure if the description of what is happening wasn't written clearly enough or not, but it's just not clicking. So, we're on the roof. Koln has been carrying me around like some kind of Catholic pack mule. And Meredith has once again failed a listen check, as she clearly has no ability to use her mind beyond what it takes to think about running ahead of the group and forging forward without any real attention paid to strategy. Lacey has her 'crochet' mallet? Good. I'm shaking in my Mary Janes. Now, let's get on with this scene and see what plays out. I'm
dying for the thrilling conclusion of this story arc."
She crossed her arms, stepping away give room to her ragtag group of companions.
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Breaking the fourth wall and proud of it.
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