A soiled napkin poorly folded.
Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2017 1:36 am
(A used napkin lies half crumpled. There's writing on it. It also smells of brew)
I've sent a drinking buddy your way. He's attuned with the elements and seeks peace.
Yumad, I think his name was----- (the ink trails off, onto the desk. Sunderpalm lies sprawled under the table, snoring, quill in hand, in a puddle of brew.)
I've sent a drinking buddy your way. He's attuned with the elements and seeks peace.
Yumad, I think his name was----- (the ink trails off, onto the desk. Sunderpalm lies sprawled under the table, snoring, quill in hand, in a puddle of brew.)