"You're back!"
Ruce paused at the door to the Dwarven chapel and then nodded wearily. "Yeah...."
"You're naked!"
The urban ranger winced and trudged over to the small pile of his belongings. I really need my backpack. "Very good, elf. Two for two."
"You're separated from the orc!"
Ruce roared in frustration and whirled on the mage, shaking his fists in the air. "HOW is that your THIRD comment??? HOW is 'you are no longer a two headed abomination' NOT the VERY FIRST thing that this party would notice about me? I'm .... I'm .... I'm STUNNED that my head is no longer on an orc's body and ANYONE would .... that my battle mates wouldn't...."
Ruce let his rant fall into a desperate stare, standing naked and gawking in the middle of the chamber, holding a short sword in one fist and his tunic in the other.
A shuffling sound came from behind him and he turned to see the ancient druid wander in from the secret side chamber. The old man looked up from the book he was reading. "Oh.... you're back."
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