I went back upstairs and banged on everyone's doors. They all came out into the hallway, wielding their weapons either for combat or to kill me for disturbing their sleep.
"You have to come downstairs!" I exclaimed. "There's a living wall down there!"
"Did the wall do anything evil?" Uberbob asked.
"It attacked me," I announced. "But... after I stabbed it in the eye."
"Ah...ha," said Uberbob. "Fawriel, leave the poor wall alone. What did it ever do to you?" With that, he and the others returned to the their rooms. I felt bad for attacking a defenseless wall, but even worse for being shown logic by Uberbob.
Last edited by Dev; Dec 30, 2005 at 03:54 PM.
Reason: correct my Southern grammar
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