Welcome Warriors, and Snipsuns, and anyone else who wanders in. Happy May!
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Set up. I've continued where I left off last week. Tayden told the Port operator (against Drave's will) that he can sit at their table. Drave either cautiously or rudely ignored the Port man's handshake gesture. The Port operator ordered his dinner, and asked the server if it's the local river fish. Tweaked punctuation to fit into the 8 sentence limit.
She smirked, and her voice was full of feigned indignity when she said, “You jestin’ fool. As if we’d be servin’ any of that Dom-Cen garbage.”The Port man winked at her, and then mumbling to no one in particular groused, “We don’t need it, none of it. They can keep their Dom-Cen noses out of our business. We’ve always taken care of ourselves, and you can bet all your tomorrows that their supplies and help come with strings attached. It'd take a halfwit to be hornshwoggled by Central's handouts." As his eyes shifted from face to face to shadow, he seemed careful not to let them rest on Drave for too long--and that was good. Whether the motivation was respect or fear was of no consequence; either one would keep his bones intact.
If I was seated with them, I wouldn't be able to eat. Too much stress. I'd have heartburn. :-) That's it. What jumps out at you, good or bad? I'd love to hear it.
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