Private Tales Peace and Quiet

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
Oh yes I am, you're older. Do you know who came knocking at my door the other day? Gorm. Do you remember him?

Brenna grimaced as she signed the name and shook her head. Gorm was pleasant enough to look at but as thick as two planks with holes in. He was a couple of years younger than Brenna and had used to follow her around when they were younger. Thinking back on it now he was probably as annoying to her as she had been to her brother when she had insisted on going with him on his adventures.

Meanwhile I think you're going to get your pick of the girls, surviving hell itself and travelling the summerlands. You're all ... exotic now.
 
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