Me: Ok, I'm going to confront the slavemaster and free the crew from bondage, as it is not meet that any should toil against their will for the profit of another.
DM: Hmm. You know his true name is Sarl, meaning beechwood in the common tongue, so I guess you succeed at the encounter.
Me: Yessssss suck it thou who wouldst imprison free men
DM:... But now you gotta roll to see if, in the heat of your righteous fury, you act in an unwise manner and let pride drive your heart towards petty vengeance.
Me: Fuck. I rolled a 1.
DM: HA! You will come to regret this in decades to come, when the surety of youth is replaced by the hard-won wisdom of a life lived in the service of others