Del starts adding questions as she begins to pilfer some pears. "How shall we divide into groups? And when shall we leave? Anything else we need to do to prepare besides gather provisions?“
"There were a lot of people last night. I'm guessing we are a group." Flynn glances at Arabella for confirmation. "Well the chemistry is undeniable." Málean picks up the dropped fruit, brushes it off and starts eating. With a mouthful of apple he adds, "Metaphorically, I mean, though actual chemistry is also undeniable.” Terrence and Little Terry look at each other. "Does he mean us, Terrence?" Little Terry asks. "Well, not you, Little Terry." “Yes, you all are a group,” Arabella confirms. “That being said, I would suggest that on your way to the outpost you sort out your roles. Originally, it looks like my father had intentions of making Alexandros the leader; but under the circumstances, I don’t know if that remains the case. I also know that Málean was invited for his knowledge of the modern technology. You all will need to pick a leader, a cartographer, someone to keep track of the resources you find, and someone to record the enemies you make and allies you gain.” “Well, rest assured,” Terrence proclaims. “The task of chronicling our contests with villainy and the ascension of our notoriety is well in hand! Our story will be carved on the aeons! "With elf escaped, the lizard man could not an ogre snub. Accordingly, that ogre, he did beat to death with his own club. “Something like that. I'll work on it. My iambs are little rusty. Don't worry—I'll be working on it day and night. What rhymes with cobbler?" Comments are closed.
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SynopsisIn a dangerous political climate, several expeditions are made to the infamous Wilds in hopes of expanding the country, Urbane, and avoiding an all out civil war. But, when the lord in charge of the excursions is almost assassinated, tensions increase and put new pressures on the brave explorers. Archives
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