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This week, I’m sharing eight more sentences from my funny fantasy adventure, “The Rose-Spar Ladies.” So far, Cromeve has ruined one of the priceless carved ‘Lady’ statues, which he gave to his wife as a present.
Cromeve gathered all his old adventuring gear, and left the bindle in the corner of his roughly made wooden trunk. There was only one thing to do now.
The most direct route to Fairmere wasn’t the easiest or safest. But Cromeve was short on time, and he’d spent enough time hunting in the wild forest that he could hike through ten miles of game trails with some confidence. He had to climb over several fallen trees, get out from under one that fell on top of him, and scare off a bear, but that was just another day in the woods.
Finally he made it to the small well and crossroads around which the village had formed over a century. Cromeve had been to Vorray’s house a couple times, and assumed that his sense of direction was good enough to lead him back, but apparently it wasn’t finely tuned enough to civilization, (yes, for Cromeve a village of a hundred buildings was quite civilized,) or there’d been enough changes to throw him off, and he needed to pay a little boy a half-copper to give him directions. For that, he got personal guide service right to the doorway.
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