#5e.

[we-are-a-dragon]

Bri (half-elf cleric): I go back to digging.

Sett (human wizard): We should go, there are people waiting for us.

Bri: *hesitates*

Ginquee (tortle monk): We can come back.

Bri: ...Okay.

Sett: We go find Makath.

DM: She’s packing up her tent. Her whole demeanor has changed - she looks scattered, and excited, and hopeful. When she hears your footsteps she turns breathlessly. “It’s over?”

Aphil (half-elf druid): (bear form) *taps ground once*

Ginquee: That means yes. We have a system.

[medi-cait]

My Gnome, Ranala, lives! She is done and in all of her small glory too! She may look cute, but she’s a foul mouthed daughter of a pirate king.