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What I Know. by ~2YellowEyes
An Evening in The Retching Netch.Lydia placed the drinks down on the table before taking her seat beside me.An Evening in The Retching Netch. by ~2YellowEyes
“Thank you, Lydia.” I said, before taking a sip from the warmed up milk.
“Thanks.” Sofie smiled as she did the same with hers, followed by Ghorbash’s appreciative jerk of the head.
Lydia nodded, downing some of her own beverage.
“I like it here.” Sofie sighed contently as she placed her mug of warm milk down.
We were sat in the Retching Netch, an enjoyable pastime we carried out every Fredas evening. Geldis Sadri was a good friend of mine and he always welcomed my family with open arms into his inn, “home of the finest s
Ghorbash and the Bonemold Armor.“Just put it on Ghorbash.”Ghorbash and the Bonemold Armor. by ~2YellowEyes
“Why? I’m fine just the way I am!”
“Ghorbash.”
Sigh.
“Fine. Give me the stupid thing.”
With a triumphant smile on my face I handed Ghorbash the Iron Hand the bonemold armour.
He grabbed it, disappeared behind the rock I was leaning on and reappeared a few minutes later.
“It feels stiff.” He complained almost instantly, rolling his joints back and forth in the rigid yellow plated armour.
“It will do, it was forged recently.”
“Hmph. I don’t see why I gotta wear it in the first place.” The orc muttered gruffly.
“Becaus
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