Aerin was right outside the door, checking her stuff, and realized. She had forgotten her minifigure, and there was absolutely no way of knowing whether or not her particular DM that day would use a map.
“...Hell.”
Then, she was struck with an idea. It’s not like it would be the best interpretation of her character, but she could grab a cool rock from the magic shop next door. It wasn’t like she believed in any of their supposed magical effects, but it could be nice to find something that looked pretty and had some sort of meaning representative of her character.
Rock hunting it would be, then. Better than having no mini at all.
She pushed open the door to the shop, stepping inside and making a beeline straight for the crystal section.
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