Draegun’s muscles tensed. His fist shot out.
The dice clattered against Milandra’s flagon.
“Ha! 17! And 5 levels in Office Politics on top. Hell. Yes.”
G’drok checked his notes. “The board love your presentation. You’ll be leading the Henderson Account.”
Draegun let out the barbarian roar of triumph.
“Good session, I thought,” he said later, walking Milandra home.
“You would say that, Mr. Politics. I wanted to use my +3 Spreadsheet of Logistics.”
“Bound to next time. Quarterly target review.”
Milandra laughed. “You’re really getting into this.”
“Yeah, well. It’s escapism. All day, I raid temples. This is real adventure.”
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This story is from the prompt ‘Draegun’.
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