Actions speak louder than words
Bjorke poured over the book, looking at the ranks and troops. A few promotions were in order, it seemed. She would have to conduct reviews. She nodded to herself and reached for her tankard, wondering if she would ever get used to the taste of water. Bjorke sighed, and sat back in her chair. “I wonder what Garnil is up to now… I bet he’s having a grand time cracking skulls,” she thought to herself.
Her hand went back to the plain envelope she had found in the mail. I have been watching you, and am intrigued by your beauty…. It seemed she had a secret admirer, one who enjoyed love poetry, at that. She chuckled, then read the poem again. He certainly did have a way with words. Read the rest of this entry »
