The Bathrobe Knight: Volume 3 by Charles Dean Page A

wasn’t in the conversation for the second one. It ended up going to Daniel, who seemed both very happy and very confused about the weapon. In terms of quick killing, it was worthless. In terms of fighting tough players or enemies with tons of health, it would be invaluable. It was a unique dagger he could only use in special circumstances.
    “And the last item?” Kitchens asked, the remaining unlucky individuals still curious.
    “Sunny’s Son, a yellow belt that stops one attack from successfully landing once every minute,” Darwin tossed it to Fuzzy Wuzzy. “I think he’s the one that needs it the most. Anyone disagree?”
    Fuzzy Wuzzy looked at the item in bewilderment. Everyone just kind of nodded their approval as he put on the silly yellow belt that had an obnoxiously large buckle in the shape of a sun on the front.
    “I don’t think I’d want to wear that anyway,” Kitchens laughed. “I haven’t seen a buckle that big since I last visited Texas.”
    “Yeah, probably the case. Let’s just head back to Lawlheima and see if Valerie and Kass are back yet.”
     
     
    Chapter 3 – Homewreckers and Party Guests
     
     
    Kass :
    Kass struggled to open her eyes, giving them a few good rubs as she came back into the real world. She had been having a crazy dream about angry butterflies attacking a group of revolting walnuts over who could sit closest to the fire. Wait, where am I? Bits and pieces of the night before started to flood into her mind. Her vision was still too blurry to see anything, and she hadn’t quite wiped away all the little eye boogers that generally accompanied mornings, but despite that, she could definitely tell she wasn’t at home. Her bed didn’t have sheets this nice, pillows this soft or air conditioning that was always on.
    How long was I out? The next question hit her mind with an unusually strong sense of urgency. Dad is probably worried sick. She rubbed her eyes again. She was just now starting to get the blurry vision to go away, and she was able to make out more clearly what was around her. Her mind was already racing with more questions than a hungover frat boy’s after a good kegger: Does Dad even know where I am? Did he watch last night’s interview and see me get kidnapped? Did they even show that part? Her head spun as she tried to puzzle out the full nature of her situation.
    Okay, let’s start with where I am. She forced all the other questions out of her head so she could handle them just one at a time. I’m in a bed now--a bed that has a-million-thread-count sheets--and last night, I was in a weird underground room having dinn-- The fog in Kass’s mind suddenly cleared as the memory dawned on her. Oh God, I fainted while having dinner with Darwin and Stephanie! That is so embarrassing. She facepalmed so hard it stung. She didn’t have to finish putting together any more clues. It was all clear. She had passed out at the table in Charles’s underground lair, and someone had probably carried her to a spare bedroom. After all, leaving a dinner guest to sleep in a plate of food wasn’t exactly the most hospitable thing to do. Oh God, this is worse than passing out drunk. At least you have an excuse for falling face first into dreamland when you’re drunk.
    Ugh. I just need to make an entirely new set of friends, find a new guild and hope I don’t give them a reason like this to laugh at me. She struggled to think of a way to get past her moment of shame as she got up. Looking around, she knew without a doubt that she was still at Charles’s place. He and that G.O.R.N. guy were the only people Kass had seen pull off that ‘creepy white room from an old sci-fi movie’ feel: white sheets, white bed, white night stand and no windows. Am I still underground, or does he just hate sunlight like some sort of vampire? Wait, if Darwin is a demon . . . Could he actually be a vampire? Is that the real secret behind why all of these gaming companies are underground?