Post by One of the Friends on Apr 5, 2023 18:22:51 GMT
“What a lovely tight knit group of friends you must be!”
One day an energetic halfing is bringing in the week’s groceries, the other a teal skinned half-orc is carrying in a wooden chest, then a poised hobgoblin with her supplies of scrolls and pens on another day, and then eventually a blonde haired human with that week’s washing in a basket balanced on their hip.
It’s very difficult to catch any of them in the same place at the same time, in fact it’s impossible! They’re all just so busy with random jobs they’ve picked around the Dawnlands, the whole breadth of adventurous and mundane. Wizard supplies aren’t cheap after all, and they all say in their own ways that the jobs they all take on are the best way to apply the practical aspect of spell casting.
We ignore the small collection of well worn clothes in the wardrobe that never get worn anymore, like a personality forgotten. And the long silences at night followed by the sound of an unknown voice talking to themself. Must just be the quirks of this particular group of friends...
Penny, Velek, Ninnoc, and Rosemary
