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At the table, Emma is describing the scene to Tash.
Emma: The Fae Hound is gaining on you, Tash. You feel its unearthly baying like a soreness in your bones.
Tash: I’ll use my Autumn powers to transform into a pile of leaves. There are so many on the ground already it’ll lose my scent.
In the game, Tash falls apart into a shower of leaves. The fey hound runs past her new form.
At the table, Tash looks pleased with herself.
Farid: Pretty sweet move.
Emma: Don’t get too confident. Remember how the ground was already covered in leaves?
In the game, a mortal rakes up Tash’s leaves into a garbage bag on the sidewalk.
Tash: Any chance I can get the Hound to come back?
I did not see that coming. A case of pick your poison when it’s too late. I most enjoyed musing over the artwork of the person gradually converting into leaves.