Monke's Drafting Session

At this point, I wanted to call out the fact that Chythos was probably trolling the Dungeon Masters population that was able to advance to the finals, but since Uius said that this was a completely random event, which is held every decade, my opinion is ultimately garbage.

I was suddenly grabbed by my shoulders and pulled into a somewhat loving embrace, save for the fact that the one that was hugging me was my sex-buddy, Catalina, and not some kind of lover.

"Hey, lover-boy. Oshurkova told me to bring you to her side pronto." She let me go from her quick embrace and dragged me all the way to a waiting Oshurkova, who was conversing with Shrum. The old mushroom person nodded along as his eyes scanned the area for any visible threats.