The evening breeze passing beneath the grape trellis caused Shard, who had narrowly escaped death, to shudder involuntarily. Even for a Circle Sorcerer, if one's head exploded like a watermelon, it was certain death. He sat there, motionless, watching the scene before him as a voice whispered in his ear:
"I thought you might throw the dice, trying to roll another 20 to turn the situation around."
"No, I wouldn't bet on luck. I just used the action of throwing the dice to force him to shoot, otherwise, if he became cautious and tried to kill me in some other way, I would really have to meet the Grim Reaper... Speaking of which, the last time I rolled a 20, it was to counter the 'Puppeteer's Script', so if the Blood Spirit School sends another page of the script, can you still help me?"
"Of course."
The woman chuckled softly in Shard's ear, still pleasing to hear.
