Games Logs

The fire elemental has been guarding the volcano for decades. Nobody told it to stop. Debbie relieves it of some ash, thanks it for its service, and the party begins the long walk back to campus, feeling briefly accomplished. The feeling lasts until the forest path. There are scorch marks. There is a neat pile of ash. Beside it lies a fountain pen engraved with a single elegant V. Dean Valentin has always had excellent taste in stationery.

Aurora waits by the door while KFC hands off Otto, and Dr MacDonald is effusive about it. "Well done," he says, studying the dog and then studying KFC a beat too long, like he's checking the math on something. Uncomfortably, KFC fills the silence. "He's still pretty smelly. I tried to wash him, but I didn't have any soap…" She spreads her wing to gesture at Otto. Beaming, MacDonald tells her, "I've heard things about you, and none of that's true. You're perfectly lovely