"You two think 'yer the only two who met em'?" The dwarf called Dreg Und-Murr laughed as he turned back to the table and dropped his bag to the ground. He whistled for the barkeep to bring him another round and hoped back onto his chair.
"So you've met him 'fore?" Warren questioned.
"Seems like we all have." Dreg said in thought. "I've met 'em from Calda to Grento! Bastard seems to be everywhere." He mumbled into his mug. "Tried once to get 'em to teach me how he made 'dat damn blasty-thingy he carry's. Bastard tells me 'If I reveal 'dat, everyone will have one and I won't have an advantage' limey prick..."
"You don't like 'em?" Tarvus said, his head leaned in and his eyes wide with curiosity.
"Don't get me wrong, I like the arse, I mean fuck me can 'dat big bastard fight. Just don't like secrets and the fuckers got them in droves." Dreg replied before downing his ale. Most of the drink trailed down his beard like a brown river.
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The Punctured Veil | And other Tales
FantasyA collection of short stories that tell the journeys and actions of Cal Gunkrate a mercenary from a ruined world that somehow found himself trapped in a land filled with magic and devilish creatures. As he traverses the land searching for anything t...
