SpearHawk

"I suggest you listen to our friend here," he growled. The elf gasped and there was the sound of liquid splashing onto the floor. "All right! I-I'll tell you what you need to know!" He burst into tears. "Just...please don't kill me!" "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Once the party had the information they needed, they made their way up the staircase, leaving the sobbing elf behind. * Can you believe it? The writer made me--I'm not even going to bother saying it; I'm sure you've already read it--just to advance the plot! Do you have any idea how humiliating that was? On top of that, I just had these washed! Now I have to wash them again! I hate this role! Did the writer ever stop to consider that maybe I didn't want to be the-- * "That's the fifth one this week! At least it wasn't the ambassador this time. That would be bad," the writer grumbles as they scratch out the character's name. They tear the page from their notebook and crumple it, then toss it in the wastebasket. The writer