Monday, March 7, 2016

100 Words a Day 803

The duergar put his hammer down on his anvil and wiped the sweat from his brow, leaving streaks in the fresh soot, though leaving the darker caking undisturbed. He cleaned and stored his tools, but left the rest of the shop in disarray. He left wordlessly.


The goblin sweeping up appeared to ignore his master’s departure. Once the door was closed, he put his broom aside and wiped the surfaces of the stone worktables with a wet cloth and conducted general tidying of the space. Once that was completed, he finished sweeping and returned to the hovel he called home.

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