So this is just going to be the last chunk of my last D&D game because that was honestly the best part.
So after we managed to avoid the police and reject a suspicious gnome with a thing for the color purple we went into the bar and asked the bartender for the friend of the guy we're helping, his name is Volo but since he's in a disguise we nicknamed him "spaghetti".
After paying her to give us info she tells us some stuff and then also suggests we ask the people who frequent the place.
So Pettry, our dear lawful good Druid half-elf, sits down in front of a guy playing the knife game (the one where you stab between your fingers and attempt to not cut yourself and stuff) and he asks
"Are you playing?"
And Pettry's like "....sure"
So he does.
And ends up stabbing himself in the middle of the hand.
You know that meme with the dog sitting on a chair in the middle of a room lit on fire as he says "this is fine"? Yeah that was Pettry.
We encouraged him to turn into an animal (more specifically a fish or a snail) to get away from the knife because yes, but he simply sucked it up and removed it.
After that, with his hand still bleeding, he just looked at the guy dead in the eye and said "I'm keeping this"
And the guy was like "that's my lucky knife!" To which Pettry responded that his lucky knife just stabbed him in the hand.
And because this is D&D that escalated into a bar fight.
Long story short Pettry casted gush of wind and threw the guy off the already broken window. And then he healed him, but only after he agreed to give him answers.
And that's how we made a new friend! :D
