Got 2060 words written of "When the Magic Goes Away." If you want to support this story (and, y'know, get a copy of it), you've still got a bit over 60 hours to do so. So click on over to Kickstarter, already! An excerpt: "Actually, lutes can be of even greater value than gold," said a deep-voiced man from the other side of the bar. He had long red hair and he either had become too lazy to shave or was in the midst of growing a beard.
The dwarf spit his ale in surprise. "Are you mad? Nothing's of more value than gold."
"Value is circumstantial," the red-haired man said. "During the war, I spent a winter in the Nemerian Wastes. Gold would, at that point, been of far less use than a lute, as a lute can be used for kindling." |
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