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Three short scribbles

Welcome! Let’s kick this off with three very short scribbles I wrote this week.

When I first met him, he struck me immediately as an abhorrent individual. It was the eyes – no upstanding gentleman could have eyes like his. Like burning hellish embers, but at the same time freezing like a midwinter night in the baronies. And though as subsequent events unfolded they took a different path then I would have assumed, his behaviour throughout the horrible business did bear out my initial assessment.

It was a fantastic trip!”, Corrin exclaimed, to Peters immediate disapproval. His childhood friend stomped into his office, unannounced, dressed in what amounted to rags, and dragging a filthy travelling sack with him. Where was the well-mannered, properly dressed, albeit somewhat impulsive man? He’d set off for the colonies that spring years ago, and now it seemed he would never return… True, Corrin had always been jovial, energetic and even somewhat adventurous, but this brute was barely recognizable.

West Sharton is a quiet town, half a day northwest of the city on the railway. Before the airship port was built across the river, the town rarely had visitors, though now the new hotel on the riverfront was doing a moderately brisk trade. Not everyone in West Sharton was happy about this, but the feeling  overall was that this was, after all, for the best of the town.

Feel free to comment below, of course. I appreciate any and all feedback. I’ll try to put together an introduction to what this blog is about later.