RE: Wings of Fury 2
06-29-2021, 12:19 AM
A young man dressed in red and yellows bustled in, the glint of a priest's mace catching the light as he shut the door carefully behind himself. In one hand he carried a large rolled up poster--the dimensions appeared to be the same as the woodblock advertisements that had been pasted around the city.
He caught the bartender's attention with a quiet gesture, and spoke to him in low tones about Sir Henri's meal order and when he was expected to arrive.
Guillairme felt that this wasn't exactly his job, but such was life.
He caught the bartender's attention with a quiet gesture, and spoke to him in low tones about Sir Henri's meal order and when he was expected to arrive.
Guillairme felt that this wasn't exactly his job, but such was life.
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