3-112: Back In the Foyer of Argyle’s Lodge XIV
“Mmmm, phure.”
Chris hands over his torch, his words muffled by the quantities of food in his mouth.
Is everyone descending the stairs? If so, would you like to set the marching order?
The RPG of Dominion Space…
Myself, Chris, Dicard, Alan. I’ll be especially aware for roof turrets at this point.