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proving expression. 'We do not trouble

so much anyway?'

prayers to the gods' Arlen replied. 'I

at do y

meet the right woman, I can give h

t woman first?' Brice suggested. He

replied carelessly. 'B

ce apologised. 'I did no

rtly, rising to his feet. 'T

g his head. 'There are no gods, and there is no one watching us. All o

turning to him finally. 'D

ghed weari

ng, they c

y temple he loved so much, and to other parts of their small town. There was only one inn where they lived, and

ble and resting his chin on his fist, his other hand

, slipping forwards and spilling t

flicking the ale spilt on t

nk on your hal

g to hide from the splashes as Arlen

fell off his stool and hit the floor, legs waving in the air

rothers as Brice picked himself up off the

unken fistfight in which neit

f bodies crashing into tables behind him, and the disgruntled

time he had wasted watching his brothers get wasted. The sun had just di

nst the sky before him. She was sitting upon a low wall, with t

ed uncertainly.

ed as she uncrossed her legs, sliding o

lifting her head to his so that their faces wer

such a coincidence for you

e you were waiting f

e in her eyes. 'I guess some p

wall of the building behind. Mandy giggled at

. 'One might think that you've never been with a girl before.' She leant forwards, resting her hand upon the wall

en with a girl befor

hesi

she la

rious...I've not...found someone. Not the r

ncertainly at him. She re

enied, showing his hands and waving at

grovel after you, and the other half are either too old to re

ulders, heaving a dra

s me most of the time. Her eyesight is failing, as is her memory. She still thinks my father is alive; she calls for him....it's so tragically sad...' He covered his face with his hands, shaking his head