Going Rogue (Spells, Swords, & Stealth, #3)

by Drew Hayes

“It’s not too late to return your presents, you know.” “Didn’t the money for those come out of my share of the gold?” Eric countered. “No one likes a backtalker. May I continue now?” Elora asked.

This is, in fact, an essential part of our plan. If surprise is off the table, then chaos is the best camouflage one can hope for.”

Blending in by using the fighting to their advantage, using the chaos as a tool rather than a detriment... he found he liked that idea. Quite a bit, actually.

“Probably not the easiest,” Grumph told him. “But it might be the safest. The best fights are the ones you avoid.”

Slowly, Russell’s hand reached over and knocked down his GM screen. With it out of the way, everyone could see the glowing spot on his chest, a perfect match for both his D20 and the pages of the module, which were flickering with a light almost like fire, only nothing was burning. Most concerning of all, however, was when he looked up and it became clear that his eyes were clouded completely over with a white fog. He had no expression; he just sat there, staring at them blankly.

“Seeing as I think that book just possessed my brother, I’m not sure we have a choice.” Cheri was staring at Russell, willful yet calm.

“Not again.” Glenn was on the verge of tears.

It was going to be an interesting debrief; there was no question about that. The number of candidates was shrinking, so having a group make contact with the Bridge directly was no small event.

“Ignorance is at least unintentional, which is a dozen steps above the rudeness I so often encounter.”