Tag: Empty Rooms
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10 – Herbs, Halls, and Havin’ Enough
We’d just put our backs down for a bit—me leanin’ on a good sturdy stone, hopin’ fer shut-eye—when I catch that barefoot twig-hugger Cha’Tima sniffin’ around the weeds like a truffle pig. He’s scribblin’ in some druid’s journal, collectin’ leaves, then trades a pinch o’ green nonsense to Icarus… for a sharp bloody rock. Icarus…