It was noon the day after the council meeting and I was having lunch out with the guys from work, and they were asking how the meeting went.
I completely forgot to ask them if they would mind making use of our services. Fuck.
"So, what are the plans fer this situation?" One of the female dwarves named Loleare asked while taking a bite out of something called a club sandwich.
'Well, I'm going to be part of an elite team while others slowly exterminate their forces from the outside.' I answered.
"Oh? And what does this elite team do eh?" Derik asked curiously whilst biting a chunk out of a chicken leg.
'Well the basic premise is...' I then continued explaining that my team would basically just sneak into their central base of operations and strike them and do as much damage as possible before retreating.
"I see... Oh, did ye ask bout offerin our skills by the way?" Harmur asked.
I'll be honest, this was a hard one to write and I'm not particularly proud of it either. I've also found one of my big flaws outside of not being able to focus, and it's writing how people speek, not the actual words they say, but describing the way they speak and the emotions behind them. It also hinders my progress immensely when writing as I just hit a wall when I do that.
I have been awake for over 24 hours now so I am very sleep deprived, please leave a comment if you feel like it.
That's all, Bye Bye for now!