Jax groans in frustration, crumpling up his paper and tossing it at Gangle

This was the seventh adventure of today. Caine had let everyone have a turn suggesting adventures after they all complained about the ones he made. This one was suggested by Gangle.

Everyone was lying around the room, which seemed to be an art studio. While the group was sketching away happily, Jax snaps his pencil in half. He’s lying next to you on his stomach, frustrated with his how his artwork is turning out.

Jax: What even is this? This adventure is stupid. It’s too calm.

He groans, reaching for yet another new pencil after breaking his again

Jax: I hate this.