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Chronicles of War II: A Desert Ocean
And a King to Sit His Throne
Chapter 12 Page 3
Chronicles of War II: A Desert Ocean
And a King to Sit His Throne
Chapter 12 Page 3
Helmcleaver was away at a gallop, and Epsilon found himself sniggering sidelong from the corner of his mouth. Just as he breached the market gate, he heard a loud crash, which was followed by tumultuous cursing. His snigger erupted into gale force laughter, and he hurried back to the Swooning Dragon raging with merriment.
Returned to the inn, he entered into the rear courtyard via the overarched alleyway. From there he penetrated the rundown theater to enter the Captain's Room through its back door, horse and all.
He quickly tucked Helmcleaver into a stall, and removed the most important of his bags from the stallion's flanks. This was, naturally, the one that contained Dellas' purloined loot.
Mounting the balcony stair, he met a pleased Half Pint, "Master," gushed the midget joyously, "I had thought you gone forever!"
"Not hardly, Half Pint!" Epsilon returned enthusiastically, slapping his short friend on the back as he passed. "Come with me, little big man, and we shall discuss this city's fate as its lords! Cast aside that apron and let those mugs alone, for today you are made a god!"
Returned to the inn, he entered into the rear courtyard via the overarched alleyway. From there he penetrated the rundown theater to enter the Captain's Room through its back door, horse and all.
He quickly tucked Helmcleaver into a stall, and removed the most important of his bags from the stallion's flanks. This was, naturally, the one that contained Dellas' purloined loot.
Mounting the balcony stair, he met a pleased Half Pint, "Master," gushed the midget joyously, "I had thought you gone forever!"
"Not hardly, Half Pint!" Epsilon returned enthusiastically, slapping his short friend on the back as he passed. "Come with me, little big man, and we shall discuss this city's fate as its lords! Cast aside that apron and let those mugs alone, for today you are made a god!"
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