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Moren slumped down in his seat, keeping his hood pulled tight --Drow were now welcome here-- and plucked at a role in his repertoire; it would be easy to feign a weary traveler.
He kept his head low as he ate the brown stew, soaking bites of stale bread in it on occasion. A couple people glanced at him now and then, but he pretended not to notice; pretended he was lost in his own thoughts.
Head down, move slowly, he reminded himself.
All the while, he listened closely...
Someone named Asai was planning a robbery of the local mill with a small group of men --likely four others from the sound of it.
Someone was expedition horror about a recent grave robbing.
A local wizard had gone missing... and that one piqued his interest; if anyone in the area stood half a chance at remembering a paladin from a few years ago, it'd be a wizard...
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writing exercises ✍️
Diversosread and follow along with me as I go through different writing exercises. feel free to recommend some of your own, or to drop your own responses to the promts in the comments!
