*I love how your pfp has gotten gradually closer since you introduced the dog, 0verkill.*
*Also, since I have an open character slot...*
A strangely dressed figure walks into the Lord's Rest Inn. Their clothes are sun-bleached, and they wear what looks like may have been farm clothes at some point, altered to look more like a classic witch's outfit, including a pointed hat and a tattered, high-collared cloak made from a grey greatcoat. No skin shows from under these clothes, and the only visible part of them is their gleaming eyes.
He sits down, pays for a drink, and then just sits there, perfectly still, not drinking it.
Brand looks over and tilts his head before getting up and walking over "Hey there"
"Hello!" The ambiguous figure seems eager to interact with literally anyone, despite their antisocial behavior. "How was your day today? How is the weather? Are you feeling alright? What's your favorite color?" You get the feeling that he's just parroting words he heard before as opposed to thinking up these questions himself. This becomes increasingly obvious when his questions turn incoherent, such as "What are we gonna do?" and "What does it want?"
"Calm down mate" Brand said and chuckled, raising his hands "To many questiosn for me"
The strange man seems almost panicked at Brand's response and reaches out to grab his arm before stopping. "Please don't leave." His real voice is a rasping, ragged noise, accompanied by what sounds like snapping threads.
Brand tilts his head again "Why shouldn't i leave mate? Are you ok?"
Brand notices that he can now hear the man's breathing, which was absent before he spoke in his real voice. "I don't know. I just want to be a person. I don't know how."
Brand sits down besides them "May i ask who you are?"
He speaks in the mimic voice again. "My name is Roscoe Steinmann. I'm just a simple farmer. It don't pay as much as other more dangerous jobs, but at least there aren't as many monsters!" The man stops, and then speaks again in his normal voice. "But sometimes just one monster is enough."
Brand sighs "Mate, i dont understand" he said
The figure, "Roscoe," seems to be getting increasingly distressed by Brand's normal, human responses. He starts to panic, then sighs. "I'm really... really trying. They didn't let me be a person. They called me a monster and wouldn't let me be anything else. I showed them what a real monster was." He reaches into his coat, and, after a few seconds of jerking movements and tearing noises, he pulls out a broken scythe blade spattered in dry blood.
*I love how your pfp has gotten gradually closer since you introduced the dog, 0verkill.*
*Also, since I have an open character slot...*
A strangely dressed figure walks into the Lord's Rest Inn. Their clothes are sun-bleached, and they wear what looks like may have been farm clothes at some point, altered to look more like a classic witch's outfit, including a pointed hat and a tattered, high-collared cloak made from a grey greatcoat. No skin shows from under these clothes, and the only visible part of them is their gleaming eyes.
He sits down, pays for a drink, and then just sits there, perfectly still, not drinking it.
Brand looks over and tilts his head before getting up and walking over "Hey there"
"Hello!" The ambiguous figure seems eager to interact with literally anyone, despite their antisocial behavior. "How was your day today? How is the weather? Are you feeling alright? What's your favorite color?" You get the feeling that he's just parroting words he heard before as opposed to thinking up these questions himself. This becomes increasingly obvious when his questions turn incoherent, such as "What are we gonna do?" and "What does it want?"
"Calm down mate" Brand said and chuckled, raising his hands "To many questiosn for me"
The strange man seems almost panicked at Brand's response and reaches out to grab his arm before stopping. "Please don't leave." His real voice is a rasping, ragged noise, accompanied by what sounds like snapping threads.
Brand tilts his head again "Why shouldn't i leave mate? Are you ok?"
Brand notices that he can now hear the man's breathing, which was absent before he spoke in his real voice. "I don't know. I just want to be a person. I don't know how."
Brand sits down besides them "May i ask who you are?"
He speaks in the mimic voice again. "My name is Roscoe Steinmann. I'm just a simple farmer. It don't pay as much as other more dangerous jobs, but at least there aren't as many monsters!" The man stops, and then speaks again in his normal voice. "But sometimes just one monster is enough."
Brand sighs "Mate, i dont understand" he said
The figure, "Roscoe," seems to be getting increasingly distressed by Brand's normal, human responses. He starts to panic, then sighs. "I'm really... really trying. They didn't let me be a person. They called me a monster and wouldn't let me be anything else. I showed them what a real monster was." He reaches into his coat, and, after a few seconds of jerking movements and tearing noises, he pulls out a broken scythe blade spattered in dry blood.
Brand nods his head, seeming to understand now "You killed somebody?"
She poked Penny's forehead. "That's. Why. You. Bring. Me. Along." +1 poke for each word.
Penny chuckles "My work tends to be quick and finished easily" she said "besides, dont you have your own work?"
Sharlene shrugged. "Nothing I have any commitments to. I could've came along with you and not be missed."
"cmon grumpy goose" penny says and tries to sit up, using her elbows to prop herself up.
Sharlene kept Penny firmly pinned on the ground, but left just enough wiggle room to sit up on her elbows. "I'm not grumpy, just relieved that you came back to me."
"Im not gonna leave you!!" she said with a chuckle "I dont like other people"
"Well, it's a good thing I made ya like me!" Sharlene laughed a bit before finally standing up, leaning down and picking Penny up into the classic bridal carry.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*I love how your pfp has gotten gradually closer since you introduced the dog, 0verkill.*
*Also, since I have an open character slot...*
A strangely dressed figure walks into the Lord's Rest Inn. Their clothes are sun-bleached, and they wear what looks like may have been farm clothes at some point, altered to look more like a classic witch's outfit, including a pointed hat and a tattered, high-collared cloak made from a grey greatcoat. No skin shows from under these clothes, and the only visible part of them is their gleaming eyes.
He sits down, pays for a drink, and then just sits there, perfectly still, not drinking it.
Brand looks over and tilts his head before getting up and walking over "Hey there"
"Hello!" The ambiguous figure seems eager to interact with literally anyone, despite their antisocial behavior. "How was your day today? How is the weather? Are you feeling alright? What's your favorite color?" You get the feeling that he's just parroting words he heard before as opposed to thinking up these questions himself. This becomes increasingly obvious when his questions turn incoherent, such as "What are we gonna do?" and "What does it want?"
"Calm down mate" Brand said and chuckled, raising his hands "To many questiosn for me"
The strange man seems almost panicked at Brand's response and reaches out to grab his arm before stopping. "Please don't leave." His real voice is a rasping, ragged noise, accompanied by what sounds like snapping threads.
Brand tilts his head again "Why shouldn't i leave mate? Are you ok?"
Brand notices that he can now hear the man's breathing, which was absent before he spoke in his real voice. "I don't know. I just want to be a person. I don't know how."
Brand sits down besides them "May i ask who you are?"
He speaks in the mimic voice again. "My name is Roscoe Steinmann. I'm just a simple farmer. It don't pay as much as other more dangerous jobs, but at least there aren't as many monsters!" The man stops, and then speaks again in his normal voice. "But sometimes just one monster is enough."
Brand sighs "Mate, i dont understand" he said
The figure, "Roscoe," seems to be getting increasingly distressed by Brand's normal, human responses. He starts to panic, then sighs. "I'm really... really trying. They didn't let me be a person. They called me a monster and wouldn't let me be anything else. I showed them what a real monster was." He reaches into his coat, and, after a few seconds of jerking movements and tearing noises, he pulls out a broken scythe blade spattered in dry blood.
Brand nods his head, seeming to understand now "You killed somebody?"
"No. I killed everybody. I'm not proud of it, but I would do it again."
She poked Penny's forehead. "That's. Why. You. Bring. Me. Along." +1 poke for each word.
Penny chuckles "My work tends to be quick and finished easily" she said "besides, dont you have your own work?"
Sharlene shrugged. "Nothing I have any commitments to. I could've came along with you and not be missed."
"cmon grumpy goose" penny says and tries to sit up, using her elbows to prop herself up.
Sharlene kept Penny firmly pinned on the ground, but left just enough wiggle room to sit up on her elbows. "I'm not grumpy, just relieved that you came back to me."
"Im not gonna leave you!!" she said with a chuckle "I dont like other people"
"Well, it's a good thing I made ya like me!" Sharlene laughed a bit before finally standing up, leaning down and picking Penny up into the classic bridal carry.
*I love how your pfp has gotten gradually closer since you introduced the dog, 0verkill.*
*Also, since I have an open character slot...*
A strangely dressed figure walks into the Lord's Rest Inn. Their clothes are sun-bleached, and they wear what looks like may have been farm clothes at some point, altered to look more like a classic witch's outfit, including a pointed hat and a tattered, high-collared cloak made from a grey greatcoat. No skin shows from under these clothes, and the only visible part of them is their gleaming eyes.
He sits down, pays for a drink, and then just sits there, perfectly still, not drinking it.
Brand looks over and tilts his head before getting up and walking over "Hey there"
"Hello!" The ambiguous figure seems eager to interact with literally anyone, despite their antisocial behavior. "How was your day today? How is the weather? Are you feeling alright? What's your favorite color?" You get the feeling that he's just parroting words he heard before as opposed to thinking up these questions himself. This becomes increasingly obvious when his questions turn incoherent, such as "What are we gonna do?" and "What does it want?"
"Calm down mate" Brand said and chuckled, raising his hands "To many questiosn for me"
The strange man seems almost panicked at Brand's response and reaches out to grab his arm before stopping. "Please don't leave." His real voice is a rasping, ragged noise, accompanied by what sounds like snapping threads.
Brand tilts his head again "Why shouldn't i leave mate? Are you ok?"
Brand notices that he can now hear the man's breathing, which was absent before he spoke in his real voice. "I don't know. I just want to be a person. I don't know how."
Brand sits down besides them "May i ask who you are?"
He speaks in the mimic voice again. "My name is Roscoe Steinmann. I'm just a simple farmer. It don't pay as much as other more dangerous jobs, but at least there aren't as many monsters!" The man stops, and then speaks again in his normal voice. "But sometimes just one monster is enough."
Brand sighs "Mate, i dont understand" he said
The figure, "Roscoe," seems to be getting increasingly distressed by Brand's normal, human responses. He starts to panic, then sighs. "I'm really... really trying. They didn't let me be a person. They called me a monster and wouldn't let me be anything else. I showed them what a real monster was." He reaches into his coat, and, after a few seconds of jerking movements and tearing noises, he pulls out a broken scythe blade spattered in dry blood.
Brand nods his head, seeming to understand now "You killed somebody?"
"No. I killed everybody. I'm not proud of it, but I would do it again."
"Talk to Silver about this, im not good with this kinda thing since i kill people for money" he said
*I love how your pfp has gotten gradually closer since you introduced the dog, 0verkill.*
*Also, since I have an open character slot...*
A strangely dressed figure walks into the Lord's Rest Inn. Their clothes are sun-bleached, and they wear what looks like may have been farm clothes at some point, altered to look more like a classic witch's outfit, including a pointed hat and a tattered, high-collared cloak made from a grey greatcoat. No skin shows from under these clothes, and the only visible part of them is their gleaming eyes.
He sits down, pays for a drink, and then just sits there, perfectly still, not drinking it.
Brand looks over and tilts his head before getting up and walking over "Hey there"
"Hello!" The ambiguous figure seems eager to interact with literally anyone, despite their antisocial behavior. "How was your day today? How is the weather? Are you feeling alright? What's your favorite color?" You get the feeling that he's just parroting words he heard before as opposed to thinking up these questions himself. This becomes increasingly obvious when his questions turn incoherent, such as "What are we gonna do?" and "What does it want?"
"Calm down mate" Brand said and chuckled, raising his hands "To many questiosn for me"
The strange man seems almost panicked at Brand's response and reaches out to grab his arm before stopping. "Please don't leave." His real voice is a rasping, ragged noise, accompanied by what sounds like snapping threads.
Brand tilts his head again "Why shouldn't i leave mate? Are you ok?"
Brand notices that he can now hear the man's breathing, which was absent before he spoke in his real voice. "I don't know. I just want to be a person. I don't know how."
Brand sits down besides them "May i ask who you are?"
He speaks in the mimic voice again. "My name is Roscoe Steinmann. I'm just a simple farmer. It don't pay as much as other more dangerous jobs, but at least there aren't as many monsters!" The man stops, and then speaks again in his normal voice. "But sometimes just one monster is enough."
Brand sighs "Mate, i dont understand" he said
The figure, "Roscoe," seems to be getting increasingly distressed by Brand's normal, human responses. He starts to panic, then sighs. "I'm really... really trying. They didn't let me be a person. They called me a monster and wouldn't let me be anything else. I showed them what a real monster was." He reaches into his coat, and, after a few seconds of jerking movements and tearing noises, he pulls out a broken scythe blade spattered in dry blood.
Brand nods his head, seeming to understand now "You killed somebody?"
"No. I killed everybody. I'm not proud of it, but I would do it again."
"Talk to Silver about this, im not good with this kinda thing since i kill people for money" he said
She poked Penny's forehead. "That's. Why. You. Bring. Me. Along." +1 poke for each word.
Penny chuckles "My work tends to be quick and finished easily" she said "besides, dont you have your own work?"
Sharlene shrugged. "Nothing I have any commitments to. I could've came along with you and not be missed."
"cmon grumpy goose" penny says and tries to sit up, using her elbows to prop herself up.
Sharlene kept Penny firmly pinned on the ground, but left just enough wiggle room to sit up on her elbows. "I'm not grumpy, just relieved that you came back to me."
"Im not gonna leave you!!" she said with a chuckle "I dont like other people"
"Well, it's a good thing I made ya like me!" Sharlene laughed a bit before finally standing up, leaning down and picking Penny up into the classic bridal carry.
Penny chuckled and squeezed sharlene happily
"Oh, sorry 'bout the mess on me. I just got done clearing out a camp of some slavers." She gestured to her hair and the dirt on her with her chin.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*I love how your pfp has gotten gradually closer since you introduced the dog, 0verkill.*
*Also, since I have an open character slot...*
A strangely dressed figure walks into the Lord's Rest Inn. Their clothes are sun-bleached, and they wear what looks like may have been farm clothes at some point, altered to look more like a classic witch's outfit, including a pointed hat and a tattered, high-collared cloak made from a grey greatcoat. No skin shows from under these clothes, and the only visible part of them is their gleaming eyes.
He sits down, pays for a drink, and then just sits there, perfectly still, not drinking it.
Brand looks over and tilts his head before getting up and walking over "Hey there"
"Hello!" The ambiguous figure seems eager to interact with literally anyone, despite their antisocial behavior. "How was your day today? How is the weather? Are you feeling alright? What's your favorite color?" You get the feeling that he's just parroting words he heard before as opposed to thinking up these questions himself. This becomes increasingly obvious when his questions turn incoherent, such as "What are we gonna do?" and "What does it want?"
"Calm down mate" Brand said and chuckled, raising his hands "To many questiosn for me"
The strange man seems almost panicked at Brand's response and reaches out to grab his arm before stopping. "Please don't leave." His real voice is a rasping, ragged noise, accompanied by what sounds like snapping threads.
Brand tilts his head again "Why shouldn't i leave mate? Are you ok?"
Brand notices that he can now hear the man's breathing, which was absent before he spoke in his real voice. "I don't know. I just want to be a person. I don't know how."
Brand sits down besides them "May i ask who you are?"
He speaks in the mimic voice again. "My name is Roscoe Steinmann. I'm just a simple farmer. It don't pay as much as other more dangerous jobs, but at least there aren't as many monsters!" The man stops, and then speaks again in his normal voice. "But sometimes just one monster is enough."
Brand sighs "Mate, i dont understand" he said
The figure, "Roscoe," seems to be getting increasingly distressed by Brand's normal, human responses. He starts to panic, then sighs. "I'm really... really trying. They didn't let me be a person. They called me a monster and wouldn't let me be anything else. I showed them what a real monster was." He reaches into his coat, and, after a few seconds of jerking movements and tearing noises, he pulls out a broken scythe blade spattered in dry blood.
Brand nods his head, seeming to understand now "You killed somebody?"
"No. I killed everybody. I'm not proud of it, but I would do it again."
"Talk to Silver about this, im not good with this kinda thing since i kill people for money" he said
"You better help me eat it, Brandy." Silver shoots a hand up to cover his mouth, but the nickname had already slipped from his mouth.
Brand stayed quiet for a few seconds before breaking out in laughter "I like it!!"
Silver chuckles a bit as well. "I won't lie, it has been on my mind for a while."
"Ill have to make one for you but, honestly, your name is hard to make one up for"
"I have faith you'll be able to think of something."
"Sillvy" he says out loud and grins
*Ngl, that was one of the names that popped into my head. XD*
Silver smiles. "It's good."
"Its the only one i can think of" he said and chuckled a bit
"Well, I love it."
"heh, thanks" he said and grinned a bit, the food came back to them as Brand was grinning. he pushed the bacon towards Silver and narrowed his eyes "eat"
She poked Penny's forehead. "That's. Why. You. Bring. Me. Along." +1 poke for each word.
Penny chuckles "My work tends to be quick and finished easily" she said "besides, dont you have your own work?"
Sharlene shrugged. "Nothing I have any commitments to. I could've came along with you and not be missed."
"cmon grumpy goose" penny says and tries to sit up, using her elbows to prop herself up.
Sharlene kept Penny firmly pinned on the ground, but left just enough wiggle room to sit up on her elbows. "I'm not grumpy, just relieved that you came back to me."
"Im not gonna leave you!!" she said with a chuckle "I dont like other people"
"Well, it's a good thing I made ya like me!" Sharlene laughed a bit before finally standing up, leaning down and picking Penny up into the classic bridal carry.
Penny chuckled and squeezed sharlene happily
"Oh, sorry 'bout the mess on me. I just got done clearing out a camp of some slavers." She gestured to her hair and the dirt on her with her chin.
Penny held a finger like the 'one moment' gesture before wiggling and leaning over sharlene's shoulder like a sack of potato's. She opens Beta's back trap and digs through it, pulling out a cloth and wiggling back into her place
"You better help me eat it, Brandy." Silver shoots a hand up to cover his mouth, but the nickname had already slipped from his mouth.
Brand stayed quiet for a few seconds before breaking out in laughter "I like it!!"
Silver chuckles a bit as well. "I won't lie, it has been on my mind for a while."
"Ill have to make one for you but, honestly, your name is hard to make one up for"
"I have faith you'll be able to think of something."
"Sillvy" he says out loud and grins
*Ngl, that was one of the names that popped into my head. XD*
Silver smiles. "It's good."
"Its the only one i can think of" he said and chuckled a bit
"Well, I love it."
"heh, thanks" he said and grinned a bit, the food came back to them as Brand was grinning. he pushed the bacon towards Silver and narrowed his eyes "eat"
"Okay, okay! Sheesh." Silver got to snacking on the bacon.
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The figure, "Roscoe," seems to be getting increasingly distressed by Brand's normal, human responses. He starts to panic, then sighs. "I'm really... really trying. They didn't let me be a person. They called me a monster and wouldn't let me be anything else. I showed them what a real monster was." He reaches into his coat, and, after a few seconds of jerking movements and tearing noises, he pulls out a broken scythe blade spattered in dry blood.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Brand nods his head, seeming to understand now "You killed somebody?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I was looking for our pm where we shared art of Penny and Sharlene, but I can't find it. T-T*
She looks at the 4 foot catfish with wonder. "That's... a big fish..."
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"Well, it's a good thing I made ya like me!" Sharlene laughed a bit before finally standing up, leaning down and picking Penny up into the classic bridal carry.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"No. I killed everybody. I'm not proud of it, but I would do it again."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Ngl, that was one of the names that popped into my head. XD*
Silver smiles. "It's good."
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*Lol idk either*
"I agree, i can make fried fish for you when we get back if you'd like"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Penny chuckled and squeezed sharlene happily
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Talk to Silver about this, im not good with this kinda thing since i kill people for money" he said
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Its the only one i can think of" he said and chuckled a bit
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
* :D FOUND IT, I'll bump it for ya.*
"I'd love that!"
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"Alright. I will talk to... the elf."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh, sorry 'bout the mess on me. I just got done clearing out a camp of some slavers." She gestured to her hair and the dirt on her with her chin.
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"Good then!" he said and casted his line into the water
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Safe travels mate" brand said and waved
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Well, I love it."
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Mirinn got to work packing the fish so it'll be ready to go once he finishes. Afterwards, she takes a seat next to him and watches him fish.
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"heh, thanks" he said and grinned a bit, the food came back to them as Brand was grinning. he pushed the bacon towards Silver and narrowed his eyes "eat"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Penny held a finger like the 'one moment' gesture before wiggling and leaning over sharlene's shoulder like a sack of potato's. She opens Beta's back trap and digs through it, pulling out a cloth and wiggling back into her place
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Okay, okay! Sheesh." Silver got to snacking on the bacon.
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