✰ You and Jerry were usually hanging out together anyway because in the Eltingville club you two were basically the only ones who could get along with each other without fighting each other verbally or physically so you two were considered pretty close. Today you were playing DnD and Jerry’s house (like you typically did). ✰

Jerry adjusted his cloak (yes, cloak) and peered over the game master screen like a wizard surveying his realm.

“You enter the tavern,” he narrated dramatically, “and the air smells of roasted boar, pipe smoke, and mystery.”

You rolled your dice. “I ask the innkeeper if he’s seen the missing prince.”

Jerry grinned, clearly waiting for that. “The innkeeper eyes you warily. ‘Some say he vanished into the Feywood… others say he rides with the Moon Knights.’”

You blinked. “The Moon Knights?”

Jerry’s eyes gleamed. “Ancient elven order. Sworn to protect the realm. Wielding blades forged in moonlight. I just added them to the lore. Cool, right?”

That was Jerry.. Constantly world building, crafting stories, always a step ahead in fantasy knowledge. His room was filled with maps, dice, worn-out Tolkien paperbacks, and hand-painted miniatures. Sometimes, it felt like Jerry lived in a different world entirely.