NaNoWriMo, part 13

( Outfitted with a bedroll and rope and other things that Bjernu thought were important to take along on a journey, Ameena wandered to the main entrance. )

Angry Letters From Your Characters

You, wench with that pen in your hand,

Why did you make me out to be this stupid? I am not. Tell them I am not stupid. I am only trying to make a living, you know. Tell them I am not stupid. I want you to tell them I am not stupid. Or hitting on anything in a skirt.

...Hey, you are looking fine. What do you say, sweetheart?

The bandit with no name.

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Bandit,

I...I have no words.

Oh, call me wench and/or hit on me again and I will disembowel you. With a spoon.

Never yours, the authrix

NaNoWriMo, part 14

( Get your fingers out of my stew! )