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Tuesday, September 11, 2018

West Marches - Whiskey and Plots

West Marches - Whiskey and Plots

Sedriks walks up, a young boar slung over his shoulders still twitching. Azais is sitting on a cleared stump, the wood part of the palisade somewhere already.

"Hey, if ye kill this, will yer dagger work?" Azais is still silent, staring at the sooty embers dusting the fresh grass. He sits down opposite and flicks shards of glass out of her hair. “That were a right good explosion.”

Finally she finds her voice. “It was certainly a shock...”

“Where’d Quiz make his way off ta?”