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Fred Hirsch 1 day, 19 hours ago.
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He whistled softly to himself as he walked the path. He wasn’t concerned about being attack. He was just happy to be heading back to Freehold. He had a lot of stuff to do before the next market day.
He remembered the foundation he had laid down for the Church. He wanted to get working on that so Flowers had something solid. He was sure that if he could get there before everyone, he could at least get the walls done. If only the heat would abate.
He thought about a lot of things while he was walking. Leah was asking him to help train the little ones. The oldest daughter had asked. How in the 9 hells was he supposed to say no to that? What Elf in his right mind could say no?
Taking a deep breath, he shrugged that off. Who did Flowers suggest he write to about that other thing? Not Ox. The one in charge. Or at least as in charge of that rabble as one can be. Mars! That was it.
"Men like us are not born! Bards make us up!" - Blik ///////\\\\\\\
"Oh, I like it here in Freehold! Is it always this exciting??" - Godfrey - Hard ways for hard times.
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