Learning to Love Time Loops Without Going Insane

“This game is strange, and you say the humans taught you it?” Second Smasher asked. He was holding a twenty-sided die in his hand and examining it closely.

“Yep, I’m pretty sure Cal got everyone playing, but I mostly learned from Bug. She’s his sister,” Albert answered.

“Wait, I’ve heard Stan mention Bug. I thought she was a dog. Also, what’s the difference between a wizard and a sorcerer? It looks like they both cast magic. Aren’t they just the same thing?” Tiffany asked.

“She is. I think she’s adopted, though, if that makes more sense. So, how I understand it is wizards learn magic from books, and sorcerers are just born with it. Don’t quote me on that, though. Frank, what are you playing?”

“Barbarian, druid multiclass. Why aren’t there more plant races? I guess I’ll be a warforge,” Frank huffed loudly.

“Tiffany, Second, how about you two?” Albert asked.

“Paladin, orc,” Second answered.

“Human wizard, I’m gonna make Merlin,” Tiffany answered after Second.

“Alright then, the three of you have found yourself at the local tavern. Outside, the rain pours down as thunder seems to roar closer with each lightning blast when the door bursts open…” Albert started.

“What’s a tavern?” Second Smasher asked.