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by
John Gwynne
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November 2 - November 5, 2024
“Shut up, you strutting peacock,” Røkia said, her eyes still fixed on Varg. “What’s a peacock?” Varg asked through a mouthful of porridge. “A vain, arrogant, self-loving oaf,” Røkia said. “She’s showing off,” Svik said. “Peacocks are birds: large, impressive, beautiful birds. They can only be found in southern Iskidan, beyond the great city of Gravka.”
“Accepting help is not a weakness,” Svik said as he grabbed Varg’s arm and heaved him upright.
“We have bought everything you need to put holes in other people,” Svik smiled, “but you need to take some precautions in case someone else puts a hole in you.”
“I’m going to find the owner of these blades, and give them back to him,” Orka snarled.