A Day in the Life of a Hero
I ache.
Between the rock-hard ground and the unceasing flatulence of the Companionship’s pack pony, not to mention the explosive snoring coming from Grimble’s bunged up nasal passages, I think I got no more than an hour’s sleep last night.
Oh how I long for my soft feather bed, just a few short miles away. I seriously considered sneaking off this morning—I could have been home in time for supper–but I knew it would have been pointless. My father would have sent me right back out again, this time in the company of an armed escort. Once his mind is made up…
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