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Beer flowed down Naeliya’s throat, washing away her ennui. Tomorrow would be the same again, just waiting around on a mail tower for letters to deliver. No mental challenge, just flying round town. Hopefully, a challenge would arrive someday. Until then, the drink sufficed. (4/5)
As a veritor, Karis’ duty was to investigate threats to the peace. A duty she performed coldly, calmly and fairly. For this, they called her ‘the steel veritor’. She didn’t mind that.
But both she and they forgot one thing; steel can only take so much before it buckles. (3/5)
Yaetherim turned the panpipes over in his hands. It had been a simpler time, last time he'd played them. Now he bore scars, on both his body and soul. Those responsible had been dealt with, arrested and sentenced. But that wouldn't bring back what they’d taken from him. (2/5)