Chapter 8: Surprise
Prompt: Draw or write about your character trying to salvage the situation.
Word Count: 271
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The present mimic lay on the floor. Torn to shreds between Seiferβs knife and Azkol ripping it between his teeth. It all happened so fast that Rogtuk wasnβt even sure what was happening. He sat on the nearest surface large and sturdy enough to hold his weight as he put his hand on his head.
βAre you all right?β Ginger asked, offering him a mug of peppermint hot chocolate.
βIβ¦ I donβt know.β He answered, accepting the offer and taking a sip. That was nice, at least. βHeβs gonna come any minute, an-β
Knock, knock, knock.
βIβll get it.β Ginger left and opened the door, revealing a somewhat confused looking drow. He was short, but he was of course expecting a tall orc to answer the door, not an also-short cat.
βOh hey. This is Rogtukβs place, right?β he asked.
βWeβre just-β Ginger took a peak back inside and viewed the mess that would greet the dark elf β-visiting. Uh, maybe come back another time. It got a little-β
βItβs okay. Let him in.β Rogtuk cut her off, standing behind her as he pushed the door open. The downtrodden expression on his face was easy to read. Gingerβs ears drooped and she stepped aside.
βWow, what happened here?β the drow asked, bringing a hand to his hair and whistling.
βI, uh- wanted to get you something. Turned out we somehow got our hands on a, uh-β
βMimic.β Ginger found the word for him as he struggled to remember what the creature was called.
βThatβsβ¦ honestly funny.β the drow took a moment to process and laughed. βThanks for the thought at least.β
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