Re: Antagonist’s Anarchy: Derived from Dianthus
Ydalon
Barracks, inn and smithy. The boy looked down the third and final path; towards the temple.
He was not about to acknowledge that other destination. The mere thought might make his eyes water like a squeaky village pump, and his nose itch until he lacked the energy to make it explode yet again.
The temple then. Clearly a recent fancy, constructed more to keep the Lords content than to practice actual worship. It might be a refuge, but he expected no ruffians there tonight. It could also be a place to store tribute and that was always worth investigating. There came a gleam to his eyes.
Whistling a merry tune, he brushed off and straightened his finest dusty yellowed white shirt before embarking on a pilgrimmage.
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