Bab 113: Monke and Battle Royales (24)

After about two hours of standing guard in front of the tent, with Arkehus surprisingly not trying to flirt with me, both of us were dismissed from our duties and told to enjoy the rest of our day.

And that included me quickly running into my tent and sleeping like a log, away from the minotaur, who probably had it bad for my backside, and away from the other crazy Dungeon Masters who were now busy with their duties, or slacking off somewhere in the camp.

'Sheesh… What a crazy group I've gotten entangled with…' I lied on my bed, it's sturdiness not protesting at my weight with the cushion something I would've spent millions on back on Earth.