[CONTEXT: The party is finally being let out of a city after it had been on a lockdown of sorts. We’re a party of 6, with a Gnome Bard, Human Fighter, Tabaxi Warlock, Half-Elf Rogue, and Elf Druid, and a Triton Cleric who re-rolled later to be a Dwarf Cleric]
ROGUE: As we’re leaving, I give the guard the finger.
FIGHTER: And then he moves aside, to reveal me. I’m also giving the guard the finger.
TRITON CLERIC (Me): Uhh… I don’t know shit about land culture but I really wanna fit in, so I also give the guard the finger just to look cool.
DM: Do you know what it means?
ME: Definitely not.
DM: Do you bother asking anyone in the party?
ME: …uh, sure. I turn to [ROGUE] and quietly ask what it means.
EVERYONE: …???
ROGUE: I tell her it means “thank you”.
The Finger
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