“Sanatorium?” says Amiri the Barbarian, gesturing with her tankard, “Huh, you city-folk put way too much store by sanity. A bit of madness is good for you!”
Seelah the Paladin straightens her back. “Clarity of mind and purpose is how things get done!” she insists, “It is how civilizations are built! If we do not…”
Lini the Druid snorts mead out of her nose.
Seelah looks at her, finger frozen in mid-air. Is that a smirk on Sajan the Monk’s stony face?
Amiri laughs, “Sorry, Seel. You’re way too easy!”