Thistle emerged from the demon’s mouth, careful not to nick himself on the rows of blade-sharp teeth, and breathed a sigh of relief as his shoes touched the blood-soaked dirt. Looking around, he realized the eyes of everyone were on him, ogling the insane sight of a gnome emerging from the maw of a demon. Never one to waste an opportunity, Thistle cleared his throat and spoke as loudly as he could: “Anyone object to a do-over on that last throw? I got a bit distracted by the demons, and I’d wager my target has flown half a kingdom away by now.”
