Thursday, 1 February 2018

Bounty Hunting In The Greylands

The elf didn't look up from the blade and the small wooden log in her hand, running one against, until I finally slammed the body on the ground in front of her.

"I was wondering what the smell was."

"That's all you have to say? I fight this guy for a half hour; lose who knows how much blood and magical essence, and you joke at me?"

She narrowed her eyes, the elven sign of confusion.

"You didn't read the warrant, then?"

"I skimmed through it..."

She sighed, and plunged the stake forward just as the vampire stopped playing dead.

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