The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
"Yes. So go to the Barracks and get some rest."After the fitting, she looked at DT. "So I'm guessing I'll be training in the morning with the others then"
Sage sighed, Peter knew how much she hated killing. She summoned Skor who looked confused. "Why am I here? " Sage looked down. "I need my sword... I have to kill him."Skor said nothing and gave her a sword.
"Hmm" she said.
"Yes sir" he went to the prisoners.
Peter wasn't looking.
"Thank you." The man said.
"Let's get a room." Jackson said taking her hand.
When he went to the cell they didn't seem to be there