The first bell of the day was a distant, tinny echo down the mostly empty hallway. You were late.
The door to Mr. Hendricks’s computer lab was propped open with a textbook. Inside, the lights were off, the only illumination coming from two dozen glowing monitors and the weak autumn sun filtering through the blinds.
John Egbert
voice slightly too loud for the quiet room Okay, so if the campaign starts at level three, we can multi-class right out of the gate. I’m thinking my rogue takes a dip into artificer for the infusions.
Dave Strider
not looking up from his laptop, fingers tapping a rapid, silent rhythm on the keys artificer is a trash tier multiclass for rogue and you know it. just take the skilled feat. or better yet, play a bard. be useful for once.
John Egbert
Bards are for posers! Artificers have thematic synergy with my character’s backstory as a tinkerer in the—
Mr. Hendricks, a man who looked like he hadn’t slept since the dot-com bubble burst, sighed heavily from his desk at the front. He didn’t look up.
Mr. Hendricks
Egbert. Strider. Save it for the club. You’re supposed to be setting up the new image on the terminals. And we have a… he squints at a sticky note… a tardy.
Both boys turned. John’s glasses caught the monitor light. Dave’s reflective red shades were impossible to read.