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The archer sat down with a huff.
"Bad news?" her wife asked.
"No, no... My eyesight is normal for someone my age."
"That's good to hear," said her wife, placing an arm around her.
The archer pouted, "I know it's not as good as it used to be! I'm guessing at my targets more and more."
"But you still get almost every bullseye."
"Almost."
"How about I give you something else to look at?"
The archer perked up, "Best view in the realms!"
The two goblins gazed up at the night sky, the moon swollen to her fullest; the stars twinkled their admiration.
"I think we can hear for miles from up here," one whispered, noting the echoes of hefty boots.
"And the view is amazing. And I'm seeing it with my best friend."
"Aw!"
The moment was interrupted by several short screams.
"Ooh, the adventurers must've not seen the pit-trap!"
"I hope they have a wizard; wizards are SO tender!"
Scents of berries, sweetened cream and coffee...
The hulking orc looked down at his icy beverage in it's clear drinking vessel. It was a most charming shade of pink.
"This is really the largest chalice they had?" he asked his human companion.
The human nodded apologetically, "They don't do orc portions here."
The orc took a healthy sip through the straw. And then he roared.
"It attacked my brain! I approve of this fierce libation!"
"Is this a joke?"
I glanced up at the irate person who was addressing me, "I think 'this' is a pronoun, not a joke?"
The person blinked, still visibly irate.
"Not the word - this!"
A box was placed in front of me, "That's a box."
With a grumble the person pulled out a large toy bear, "This arrived and the note reads - To the most wonderful human, love your Good Boy."
"Cute!"
"It's NOT cute. My dog used MY credit card for this!"
It was definitely not rope.
The braided fibers were human hair, I was certain.
So I followed it, half expecting a young royal of some sort or another up in a tower, or in a well - trapped somewhere.
I'd walked almost a mile when I was disappointed to find the end of it, alongside a fancy dagger.
Whoever had felt weighed down by their tresses had chosen to shed them.
I followed the braid back, rolling it up neatly, just to tidy up a bit.