I put them away and waited for the Prepotente box to open. The box itself was made of wood painted gold and was made to look like Prepotente’s head. “Carl,” Donut asked, looking up from her own set of adventurer boxes. “Why is there a floating Prepotente statue in my room?” It appeared it was going to open with some hinges at the top, as if opening a compartment to the brain. “Man,” I said. “I actually wish he was here so I could see the look on his face when...” The box screamed. I almost jumped out of my skin.
