A quiet morning

“Indeed, I got you.” The Warlord said, the compliment touching his voice as they passed Marshal, devouring the rodent he had caught. He glanced at Azure again as his champion spoke the healer's name. Perhaps trying to memorise it. “I believe it likely. She’s not shy to take on large tasks, and gets things done.” He heard the touch of bitterness in the other's voice, and wondered at it.

“Ophie.” The Warlord said, injecting an impressive amount of exasperation into the word. And as for his grandson… “If that boy doesn't slow down soon, he might rival the height of those frost giants we encountered two years ago.” and that height would be wicked impressive.


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