Eighth Entry by Lilia | World Anvil

Remove these ads. Join the Worldbuilders Guild
Mon 7th Sep 2020 04:06

Eighth Entry

by Miss Lilia Mordorsk

Tyre’s going out.
 
He mentioned something about the convicts, I’m pretty certain two of their numbers are those men that saved me. I spotted them being carted away from that… place. Slaver’s Pit.
 
I’ll pursue them from a distance. Fob Temperance off with some lie about an upset stomach.
 
What a thought that is… Upset with what I wonder.
 
Not enough iron? Hah.
 
My appearance will probably draw attention to me.
 
Funny how being a Tiefling is now the least of my concerns.
 
No bother.
 
I can bat my eyelashes and insist on how terribly feeble and ineffectual I am.
 
Nothing quite like sounding defenseless to calm other peoples’ suspicions.