tipsy pelican tavern volume 3

Rare Swords Are Only Good Until You Lose Them

If one were to describe her, they would probably start with the most blatantly obvious thing.

They would tell you she was beautiful.

Heart-wrenchingly, gut-twistingly, throat-dryingly so.

They’d tell you that if you were a red-blooded young man, of say about nineteen years old, and you caught her looking at you, you’d find your heart thumping and your mind blanker than a southern sky.

Then, after a good long detailed explanation of her beauty, because people tended to dwell on such things, they’d tell you about what she was like… 

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