Thursday, January 23, 2014

100 Words a Day 524

The skinny, human merchant looked across the table at the soot-colored dwarf. His clothing was luxuriant, studded with many gemstones. Among a race infamous for their skill at bargaining, this dwarf was reputed to be especially terrifying. The dwarf leaned over, placing his massive black hands on the table and bored into the human with the gaze of his massive eyes. The human slowly shrank under the ocular assault. After several moments, the dwarf leaned back and smiled. When he removed his hands from the table, he left two large, sooty handprints on the wood. It was downhill from there.

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