Edwyn
the goal isn't to
live forever
live forever
"I had, a few times actually. Perhaps I should." Edwyn doesn't sound entirely certain about the idea, but he's far too polite and unsure of what his future holds to turn it down. "Are you a member?" He asks in turn, knowing that Amun's pottery is the best in the Grounds by a long shot. Though whether or not the other man considered it art, or merely utility, the writer had no idea.
As Amun's blade presses against Edwyn's stomach, the writer pulls a face and lets his head flop against the ground. "I am slaaaaain." He cries, hands moving to the tip of Amun's sword and then rising, pantomiming the look of horror at seeing one's innards utterly exposed.
"Well good sir, I do think you've bested me."
As Amun's blade presses against Edwyn's stomach, the writer pulls a face and lets his head flop against the ground. "I am slaaaaain." He cries, hands moving to the tip of Amun's sword and then rising, pantomiming the look of horror at seeing one's innards utterly exposed.
"Well good sir, I do think you've bested me."
it's to create something that
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