Letters from Camp

Got some more good stuff done today! I’m having fun with the formal shindig, still. Plot things!

Word Count: 4648 / 20000


Eral almost missed one of the temple attendants approaching him. He balked and waited for the shy-looking woman to shoo him away from the seats of honor. Instead, she smiled at him.

“Sir pixie,” she greeted. “Do you require any refreshments before the proceedings?”

Eral was nonplussed. Sir godsdamn pixie. Wild. He blinked a few times before shaking his head. “Nah, I don’t need any refreshments,” he assured her. “If I get thirsty I’ll just borrow someone else’s glass.”

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