Three men drop like lead onto the damp earth when embracing the flanged head of Moose's mace and when the third with his dented breastplate stands up he wheezes and staggers towards him throwing the flail towards Moose's head only to misjudge the distance when the spiked ball flies past Moose's...
Northern Epressa - Camp Alegro
"God I hate rabbit." Vass said with a frown at the strip of meat that he held between his thumb and forefinger. He stared at it with no small amount of contempt.
"You hate rabbit?"
The voice came from Marcus, one of the others across from him at the bonfire. He...
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