FlappyTheSpybot“I stopped reading after the young Lord Fice challenged the heroine for her hand in marriage. “ Gillian says, double checking locks on the windows and doors. Once satisfied he heads towards the desk, stripping off his jacket and cravat and dumping them unceremoniously in the desk chair. He huffed in relief as he felt a rush of cool air, free now from the sweltering wool coat. He begins to roll up his sleeves, “After that had to ship out and ended up staying in Western Thaln for about a year.”
He plops down into the chair, still soaking in the relative coolness of the air. “How did that turn out anyway?” He asks, watching as their own hundi’s ears drop. “I think I’ve still got a copy in my bunk, though I’ve not touched it since.” He says, off handedly. What did he care if the hundi desired to take the tome? He wasn’t likely to finish it after all.
He plops down into the chair, still soaking in the relative coolness of the air. “How did that turn out anyway?” He asks, watching as their own hundi’s ears drop. “I think I’ve still got a copy in my bunk, though I’ve not touched it since.” He says, off handedly. What did he care if the hundi desired to take the tome? He wasn’t likely to finish it after all.