Sometimes a trip is great not because of the original destination, but because it allows other, more important, events flourish. (I’ll be damned if I say some sh*t about “the journey” nonsense.)
I feel that for the first time in a long time, I got to see CD Rogue happy, flexible, and open. We didn’t have any ‘old married couple’ disagreements, we ate our fill of pancake house hash browns and omelettes, and traveled together better than a troop of Dwarfs protecting a Hobbit and his ring. Stripped away from the every day failures and stresses, turns out we really do get along pretty damn great. The trick will be to maintain this now that we’re back in the Matty-shack, or looking from a distance, the Matty-shack is more like a lair of whelps and spawns at times. Nothing a good toilet scrubbing or pot of coffee can’t fix. And a pipe of Halflings’ Weed and a cold pint. There are all kinds of magic in this world.
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