Quick Disclaimer: I have never posted anything I wrote, but I thought to give it a try as I’d like to practice writing and stretch my imagination – sexy bits are a plus to keep myself hooked on the project! XD
I’ll try to develop this into a cohesive story arc
“ Beware, child, of the nights in this city” rasped the old greasy ferryman.
I could easily guess how many drinks he chugged of whatever concoction he was smuggling.
I look at him and, mustering all the condescense I am able, I raise an inquiring brow.
“ It’s the knights, my child, the knights…”
He had this way of talking, oozing the words out like he was puking them.
Only such a distasteful presence could worsen the bleak landscape our raft was traveling through.
I cross my legs as I wait for him to continue: “ Bewick used to be a fine town before their new master took over”
I almost scoff at that word: “ Fine? You must be talking about your ‘ business’. I heard of nothing but boondocks and slums this south of Dolonde.”