Tardy Grade
The Page Turner
Garth found himself stumbling for days in the thicket of the thrice damned Fae woods. Not a single distinct feature aside from trees, toadstools and more trees! He swung his large heavy blade tearing down another tree while swearing internally. The old mercenary had tried every tracking method he knew but it was like the forest was moving around him ever so slightly each day and night.
He now dreadfully wished he'd just taken the four day longer trip around it instead of through!
In an hour's time he could barely lift the blade as pushed through. Tripping his blade got lodged in the wood of a ... a building? Pulling out the blade he found a sweet smelling liquid to now soaking it's rough and dented exterior. Dipping a finger to it he hesitantly brought the finger to his lips. A moment of silence later he lifted his blade and chopped at the wooden walls to find barrels, though tiny, of mead!
Glorious Mead!
Drinking himself silly he passed out happily not caring whether this was all a dream or not.
He now dreadfully wished he'd just taken the four day longer trip around it instead of through!
In an hour's time he could barely lift the blade as pushed through. Tripping his blade got lodged in the wood of a ... a building? Pulling out the blade he found a sweet smelling liquid to now soaking it's rough and dented exterior. Dipping a finger to it he hesitantly brought the finger to his lips. A moment of silence later he lifted his blade and chopped at the wooden walls to find barrels, though tiny, of mead!
Glorious Mead!
Drinking himself silly he passed out happily not caring whether this was all a dream or not.
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