Our party went further down the cavern until we heard voices, so we hid among the rocks. The fighter unsheathed his sword while I nocked an arrow getting ready to fire. The cleric gently put his hand on my arm.
“What are you doing my elven friend?”
“Getting ready to shoot. Those voices are from troglodytes. We must wipe them out.”
“Why?” he asked.
“Because they’re evil.” I explained.
“Evil? And yet you’re the one breaking into their home planning to kill them all, including their children.” he replied. “So what does that make you?”
Word count: 95
This was written with the prompt troglodyte provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #189. In Dungeons and Dragons, troglodytes are a monster.
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