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Wine tastes like tart grape juice.
On my way to the party I had planned everything out. I’d kill someone alone and then edge out of the scene and wait for someone else to find the body. It was a true game of patience. The old guys kept glancing at me in weird ways, I think they were having impure thoughts. But that was fine, since I was going to kill them anyway. I’d laugh at bad jokes, dip off when I had a moment and I’d find the next target. I set some poison food about so things would proceed even without my direct involvement.
Thanks Captain Obvious. I didn’t know that.
As the body count rose, so did the party member’s fear. They began to make suspicious glances at each other but never at me. I’d serve them food and drink that wasn’t poisoned to continue my innocent façade. And they just ate it up whole heartedly.
Another mug of unpoison ale, sir?
Soon enough we were down to just three: myself, the old hag who greeted me and a former legion guard. The hag was totally in love with me.
Yes, folks, she feels safe with me.
