The set up was perfect. Dual screens on, gDocs open, discord private server up, and DandyWine5 was joining in chat. “You’re right on time,” I typed.
“Thanks,” he replied. “Wouldn’t miss this for the world. Where did you leave off?”
We’d connected on a public server for roleplaying and after a few sessions trudging through mud-bogged quests, I finally asked for help with my storytelling. He was great! Helped me brainstorm ideas for a new fantasy realm. I’d started with generic knights and dragons but now *Sharcarra Moor* had three warring kingdoms, a vengeful cult of demon worshippers, and the best tavern/armory in all the lands.
I shared my web browser and the text editor filled a window. “The barkeep,” I wrote. Opening a blurb, I found the unfinished history of the tavern’s owner, Sashato Hiig. I reread the segment.
>Sashato is aged 30, a stocky woman with brown eyes and shoulder length blond hair tied in a braid. She can lift a keg of ale on her own but tries not to show off her strength. Often she wears loose clothes that hide her muscles.
“What about her breasts?” Dandy wrote.