snippet of amusing-myself

Just amusing myself, here. Someone's got to, after all. :-)


The tavern was dark and smelled of sweat and hops.

Anne slumped into a chair opposite him and he could feel her eyes on him, but Karoly didn't look up.

"Hey."

He traced a design in the dust on their table, thinking.

She gestured and a tankard appeared in front of her. His was still full.

Finally, "Tafir's toes, Karoly, what's on your mind?"
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*laughs hysterically*