Thursday, July 30, 2015

100 Words a Day 669

Jenna scanned the common room, which was crisscrossed with trails of ash. Several of the chairs and all of the tables were also covered by a dusting of the grey matter.

“I know when the duergar caravans have arrived, because they leave a trail of soot all through the common room. And it’s my job to clean it! I wish the filthy bastards would stay home.”

“Shh,” Glinda said, looking around. “You know we depend on their business during trade season. We can charge thrice what we charge during the off season.”

“I guess. I still despise them,” Jenna said.

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