Spike looked up from his DM screen with a wicked glint in his eyes. “Alright, Gabe–”
“Thunder, please, at the table,” Gabe said.
“Thunder. The bandit captain stands in front of you intimidatingly, with a cadre of thugs behind him, wielding a huge club.”
Big Mac looked at Gabe nervously, chewing his hooves.
Gabe calmly glanced at her character sheet, before looking up at the Dungeon Master. “I cast Light on the inside of the bandit captain’s eyelids.”
Big Mac and Spike both paused, then looked at each other, before Spike started flipping through the pages of the rulebook.
‘Sorry, Spike. You can’t beat someone who’s had access to the internet for years,’ Gabe thought.