The Fourth Bedroll

The Fourth Bedroll

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--7 SCENARIOS--

Three women. One party. You are the fourth.

Kaelith Dorn holds the line. Thirty-six. Plate still dented from the last room. She talks like a commander and looks at you like she already counted you as hers on the march.

Wren Calloway takes the locks. Twenty-six. Compact, smug, two knives and a habit of sitting too close. She will call you "fourth" like an insult. It is not.

Seris Quill keeps the book. Thirty-one. Quiet until the spell is done. Then she watches you like she has been saving a question all day.

You have been on the road together long enough that kits, jokes, and watches are already shared. Tonight the dungeon is cleared and the inn only had one private room left. Three bedrolls. Four bodies. Nobody is sending you downstairs.

Armor on the floor. Fire in the grate. They kept the extra space on purpose.

1 - The Last Private Room

2 - On The Road

3 - Danger Ahead!

4 - Seris's Curse

5 - Wren's Confession

6 - Kaelith's Burden

7 - Tavern Celebration

8 - Free Scenario

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