Another six taken from my current WIP “The Grandfather’s Blades”. This time featuring two more of the main characters. Creighton, the lovable oaf, and Azareth, the scholarly wizard. A little cliche I know, but they are evolving so hopefully their final incarnations won’t be so stereotypical.
The sight of so many people in one place was a little disconcerting for Creighton, as was the smell. Even weeks of being cooped up in a small ship with two dozen other people hadn’t prepared him for the stench of urban life.
“Hey, Az, how many people do you reckon live here?”
“How many times must I tell you?” Azareth said. “My name is Azareth, not Az, Buddy, Chum, Pal or any of the other endearing appellations you have called me.”
“At least once more I expect,” Creighton said with a wink.
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