“I’ll just give everyone a piece and we can all use Dom’s quill.“ Eline ripped a page out of her journal and tore it into eight different pieces. She distributed even portions to each player then took Dom’s quill and wrote her name on one in her slanted print. When she was done she folded the piece in half and dropped it in the hat.
She was proud that she could establish order easily. Maybe it was one of her talents? Randomly she pulled out her camera and snapped a picture of the group. Before things got to hectic, she needed a memory.