"We have got to get them to stop running off!" All eyes turned toward Decedereful. She fidgeted. "I mean, it's just not right, letting them run around and create havoc."
Fuubaar nodded. "How much time has been wasted by them not simply checking with us first?"
"They don't respect our intellect, I tell you," Minerva added.
The Death Knight and Paladin bobbed their heads vigorously from across the table.
"I'm not sure I understand," Abigora spoke up. She quickly found herself the center of attention and blushed deeply. "I s-suppose inquiring after your collective wishes is polite, but doesn't it make for an inefficient system?"
"Wait until you have a boyfriend," Decederful scoffed.
"Or a husband," added Fuubaar.
"Or a double husband."
The room was silent for a moment.
"What's a double husband, Mom?" Fuubaar asked.
Minerva chuckled. "Well, you know how they say: 'Til death do you part?' In our case, death wasn't the final stop. So I had your father swear new some new vows on top of the old ones."
Fuubaar and Decedereful nodded comprehension.
"You mean you didn't want your freedom?" Abigora prodded.
The undead Mage snorted. "You live with someone long enough, freedom just doesn't mean what you think it does."
"I'm not sure I understand."
"You will someday, dear."
Fuubaar sighed loudly. "What a mess. Those men had us all running around like trolls with our heads cut off. They're probably having a good laugh at our expense over a mug of ale right now."
"They just sort of fall over," Decedereful noted, sipping the bright red drink in her hand.
"The trolls. They don't run if you cut their heads off."
Eyes returned to the Death Knight. She was apparently more comfortable on this topic, returning an even look to the Paladin and using the glass to mimic decapitation. Fuubaar giggled after a moment. Abigora paled.
"I'll take freezing to beheading any day," Minerva pointed out.
"Why does everything have to end in violence?" Abigora wanted to know.
"Men," the three other women announced in unison.
"I'm not sure I see h-"
"Just trust us, Abi. They're the deeproot of all evil," Fuubaar advised.
"Then why don't you all just stay away?"
The other three women all sighed. Faraway looks glazed over each of their eyes. Abigora looked from one to the other in confusion.
Finally, with a grunt, Fuubaar reached down and snatched the set of die in front of her. She gave them a shake and then a roll. The polished bone cubes clicked across the table to land face up. Three threes.
"What round were we on?" she asked.
Abigora answered immediately, "The third."
"Ha! Put me down for twenty-one then."
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