Ch. 045: Paper Omens

The door to Ash’s cabin was slammed open and in the doorway stood a nervous-looking, young man with a piece of neatly sealed piece of paper in his hand.

“Great Emissary, we’ve gotten a message from a neighboring village!” he shouted, causing the young elf to spill his alcohol everywhere.

“At least knock, God dammit!”

He began wiping rum off of his freshly stained clothes. “Now that you’ve gone and and ruined my robe, you might as well hand me the letter.” The young elf stretched out his hand. “Give it here.”

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