I used to play Changeling: The Dreaming with a group of people, including Dill the Fool. They liked to bicker a lot about what to do next. I would get bored and just randomly do something because I could.

It usually came to trouble later, but then at least we were fighting something instead of bickering.

It’s… No wonder that I don’t game with that group any more. I think the swan dive down a tower in D&D 3.5 onto the head of the undead ogre was the last straw.

I miss my creepy little sluagh.