Naught

Charlotte took off her glasses, and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Memory wins, this time. Oops.”

“Why are we all standing around?” Linro cries, and ran next to the defeated foe. Roslyn rose, and peeked at everyone’s character sheets. “Maybe we can save him. Do we have any healing?”

Tisha shakes her head. “The battle was harder than anticipated. We even lost our dear ally.” She goes to the lifeless body of Jonan, and mournfully pilfers all her equipment. “Rest in peace, friend.”