Pilfers

“Do you want to give some of that gear back?” Selene asked expectantly.

Charlotte wiped her glasses, and replaced them on her face, smirking. “No metagaming. Your character needs to grovel for it. Hope to see some high-level roleplay when it’s time.”

As Tisha recovers Jonan’s belongings, the goblin’s life begins to slip away. “Finish me off,” he pleads. “Let me die by the force of a warrior’s strike.”