Early in my first experience with D&D, our party was looking for a particular mine where orcs were doing some bad things.
I don’t know, who cares.
Anyway we came across two of the guards but kept our distance to stay noticed. We decided our best chance of finding the place was to listen in on their conversation. Unfortunately, all our Orcish speaking characters were too big and armored and terrible at espionage-related tasks to pull this off.
We debated a while until I had an idea: I asked our DM if I—a gnome bard (shut up)—could sneak over to them, listen extremely carefully, and come back and repeat the sounds I’d heard to the rest of the party for them to translate.
He glared a DM-glare at me and said simply: “I’m thinking of a number.”
I took the die in my hand and calmly rolled a natural 20 of pure destiny.
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