Wednesday, December 2, 2015

100 Words a Day 738

Grog checked the ropes again. It wouldn’t do to fall halfway through the descent, as no one knew what was at the bottom of the pit.

When he was young, he had heard many tales extolling the virtues of the adventurer’s life. There were exotic lands, strange people, and cuisines of unknown ingredients. The reality was very different.

It was a life of careful planning. Each coin accounted for. No venture was undertaken without careful consideration of the risks. Gear and supplies needed to be purchased. All on the off chance there would be gold in a dusty old tomb.

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