The profession crawled slowly forward, the oxen struggling to pull the carts up the steep mountain. Vinny, her small gnomish ears bobbing up and down with the movement of the lead cart, was dressed up in a fine dress, hair pinned up with gems sewn into it that sparkled in the dim light. The other carts carried chests of gold, locked up tight against anyone interested to test the guards and the iron carts.
“My lady, I understand your concern for the protection of the village,
Voretober 11: Offering
By: ClosetedTiny
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