Sunday, February 5, 2017

100 Words a Day 1017

Everyone instinctively gave the elf a wide berth. It wasn’t your typical settlement elf that carried such a well-crafted sword adorned with sparkling jewels; this one knew how to how to keep what was hers. And in this land, that meant fighting. She wore fighting leathers, except for her head which was protected by a steel cap. Her boots made no sound on the cobblestone road, whether by magic or skill none were able to say, and none wanted to find out. A squat, nondescript house was her destination. She knocked once and was admitted without preamble, as though expected.

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