Sunday, June 8
Baumann's Prize: Prologue
As they stepped outside and made their way through the streets, they were greeted with a Freeport in varied states of wakefulness. There seemed to be a change in the quality of the air. It felt more energetic and alive—and tense.
Ilmarė sighed, loudly. “Great,” she said. “Orcs.”
There was a long line of orcs emerging carrying cargo cross the street.
“I’ve heard that the city needs cheap labor to assist with several construction projects.” Beldin watched the orcs tromping around in droves. “But I never thought they meant this cheap.” [MORE]
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