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 Sierra sat at her place frowning, growing more and more impatient with the lack of attention she was receiving from the bartender. "Excuse me? I believe you have yet to inquire as to what drink I would like to indulge in this fine evening." He just laughed, "I don't serve the likes of you, woman. It is lucky you even remain where you are. Do you not see all the hungry eyes glancing in your direction?" He leaned in and smirked, the smell of alcohol on his breath, "You are welcome to serve drinks to them." In a flash her dagger struck the counter, just barely slicing the edge of his index finger, intentionally missing a full dismemeberment

 We walked on and on, I could feel the soles of my feet growing sore as I walked barefoot through the mountains. Ramara did not seem to notice the cold, though I suppose ice never bothered her to begin with. I felt a chill run down my body as we neared what looked like the entrance to a cavern. There was evidence of an old campsite now swallowed in snow. Ardul clapped his hands excitedly, "Behold!" Ramara rolled her eyes as the dwarf ran ahead of us, his axe out, prepared to attack any foe that might attempt a surprise attack. His dwarven fearlessness was almost annoying at times. I myself could sense no danger near and walked past him to t

 "Slave labor," I muttered aloud to myself as I carried the clean garments back to my parents' chamber. I had been working all day around the palace. My usually formal attire was a bit lacking, smudged with dirt, ink, and other odd things. Mother said it was a lesson in humbleness, so that I might understand the lives of the ones that I would some day rule. Rubbish! How was I to learn leadership by scrubbing the stone floors of the kitchen? I must admit, though, that the other girls discovered some very creative ways to get the work done. We had many opportunities to enjoy ourselves as we worked. They even played some silly games to pass th

       Ah, the wilderness. A vast creation that nurtures the very lives we seek to behold, yet it is not heartening to find myself, small and insignificant, in such a lovely place as this. There is a darkness swept over the land on this bright, sunny day. As clouds of unseen torment roll above our heads, we move on in sluggish motion with smiles on our faces while the humidity smothers the very air we breathe.       The meadows of our country are as green as finely cut emeralds and there is a richness to the enormous fields of tall grass that one may stand, blankly staring, in awe of the simplistic beauty. There is no place in the world as