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“So many questions, so little answers!
Don’t you want to know when your loved one will return? If the dice will be favorable? What the Golems have in store for you???
Visit the Black Peacock in Tamza’s Left Town and ask for Sevincia the Seer!
Readings for reasonable price!
Only Tamzian silver accepted. No horse race prediction.”
Pamphlet ditributed at Field’s Gate, Tamza.
Its not like he wasn’t warned…..
She did say she was from clan rib-breakers.
Actually, “Rib-Breaker”, singular. It’s a name 🙂
I can only surmise that the reason any people exist among the Rocks at all is because they are either forced to live in communities, or so few and far between that they simply cannot find each other in time to beat the others to death!
Living among the Rocks is truly a fate worse than death, for any civilized folk. If even a fraction of what you say about the creatures there is true – I daresay I am glad that my caravan has protection when I am forced to go anywhere near that wretched place.
Nonetheless, I must hope that the Little Warrior prevails in the end. At least his desire not to fight is somewhat more reasonable than the barbarism the other fighter has shown in your tale.
Not everyone in the Rocks are Warriors. But it’s true that, faced with scarcity, civilities vanish more quickly than stuffed ducklings at Condotierre Azar’s parties. Let’s just hope we don’t ever come to this here.
WAHT A JERK i just cannot believe it
so many helmets.. i’m curious what these peeps look like without them
Oh it’s just her way to say hello… she wasn’t raised to know any better^^
Maybe… mayyybe we’ll see a tiny bit of face at one point… I still haven’t decided.
Oof, that had to hurt. >.< I hope our hero will be alright!
I hope too, this chapter still goes for 10+ pages!!!
What a gross underestimation.