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“Done told you already boy, there hain’t been nothin’ a’tall odd ‘round here a’late... ‘ceptin’ ‘f’course fer the two o’ you!”
Beidon managed a sickly grin even while groaning inwardly - this was going about as well as he’d anticipated.
The grizzled old Pothandler of a foreman sucked his teeth and glared down the broad plane of his stone-slab nose at Beidon. The nose, the crags, and the pencil-thin eyebrows closely resembled Gordun’s, though unlike his countryman’s the fore. . .
“Done told you already boy, there hain’t been nothin’ a’tall odd ‘round here a’late... ‘ceptin’ ‘f’course fer the two o’ you!”
Beidon managed a sickly grin even while groaning inwardly - this was going about as well as he’d anticipated.
The grizzled old Pothandler of a foreman sucked his teeth and glared down the broad plane of his stone-slab nose at Beidon. The nose, the crags, and the pencil-thin eyebrows closely resembled Gordun’s, though unlike his countryman’s the fore. . .
Wow -- 25 preorders today! Thank you all SO much!
Going to celebrate with a quick bottle of Night Train and a victory trip to Taco Bell, then it's back to tidying up another chapter to send out to you awesome people!