Hey, Tormak. Tormak, are you awake?

”...huh? Dougie? Dude, what time is it?”

“It is hours before dawn, my elven companion, yet, I cannot find sleep. I am far too excited about raiding the Temple Of Elemental Evil upon Dawn’s first light.”

“Dougie, why are you talking in character? This is D&D camp, not LARP school.”

“Ah, good Tormak. I can always rely on your humor to ease my heart before a great battle.”

“My name is Kevin, Dougie. KEVIN. Man, I knew I was going to regret being your camp buddy this summer. Just try to get some rest, okay?”

“You speak with words that are foreign to me, friend elf, but it makes no matter. I will try to do as you have asked here under this canopy of stars in my +1 bag of slumber.”

“Yes, do that.”

“Of the finest materials it was forged, this High Peak Simex Sport Sirius Sleeping Bag in which I do rest my battle weary bones. One hundred percent ‘polyester’ liner and filler, I believe the merchant told me.”

“Oh, god.”

“Ha HA, truly did I think it made by the gods, as well! Nay, it was made by the hands of men for summer comfort when far from an inn. It is lightweight, also, as to not hinder my dexterity bonus with a large burden.”

“That’s it. Roll for surprise.”

“Wait, what?”

“Tormak, feeling his alignment slide to evil, attacks the talkative barbarian. Sneak attack. ROLL.”

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