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name: Amos
prompt:
What kind wanders alone with little to their name besides oddities and the open road?
A drifter.
This one carries neither copper nor steel, nothing more than a small pouch that jingles with each step. He is clearly not much for subtlety, yet he walks unarmed. Plucky, almost, I find him. The coins in his pouch become playthings, and he rolls in the dust with the youngest kits until there is no distinct pattern to his fur, only splashes and the endless red dirt.
He carries tea leaves, not ale, and brews some for me in the evening. Habits from the road die hard; he takes his tea warm. “You interested in catching bandits?” I ask him low, and watch. His ears twitch, barely enough to stir the dust already coating the air—yet still he pauses, clever eyes dancing, as I take a deep breath. “Come inside.”
And he does.
name: Amos
prompt:
What kind wanders alone with little to their name besides oddities and the open road?
A drifter.
This one carries neither copper nor steel, nothing more than a small pouch that jingles with each step. He is clearly not much for subtlety, yet he walks unarmed. Plucky, almost, I find him. The coins in his pouch become playthings, and he rolls in the dust with the youngest kits until there is no distinct pattern to his fur, only splashes and the endless red dirt.
He carries tea leaves, not ale, and brews some for me in the evening. Habits from the road die hard; he takes his tea warm. “You interested in catching bandits?” I ask him low, and watch. His ears twitch, barely enough to stir the dust already coating the air—yet still he pauses, clever eyes dancing, as I take a deep breath. “Come inside.”
And he does.
