Oscare grits his teeth.
"Damn you, Inessa." He grabs the flyer and crumbles it up in his hand aggressively. Hopefully no one saw that spontaneous bit of anger.
"Damn you, Inessa." He grabs the flyer and crumbles it up in his hand aggressively. Hopefully no one saw that spontaneous bit of anger.
"Critical fails; for when the GM sobs at night and the players get free checks."