บท 580: Fallen Tower

To my shame, I didn't kill the bandits that night. Not because I wasn't going to, but because I wanted them to at least find an entrance. Later, it was because of the sheer comedy of watching them work.

You know when watching those fireside stories, where two people will be digging next to each other, and filling in each other's holes? Not quite them, but it was close.

They started at the bottom, on the step itself, and the loose dirt from above fell down, as dirt tends to do. Mutton and Maarg, the junior members of the crew, spent over half the night moving shovelfuls of dry earth to little practical effect.

Vern watched, and fumed, and complained the other two weren't doing their fair share of the work.

"Well, then why don't you show us how it's done?" Mutton complained back, extending the shovel.

"I took first shift." Vern said. "Remember?"

"And we've each done two." Maarg said. "It's your turn again."

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Mike_Kochis

I've taken a break to get my head on straight. I'd forgotten this was a work of fiction, with game-like statistics, and since before the re-life, I'd tried to get Rhishi's EXACT STATISTICS.

But this isn't a game. It's a novelization, and so long as I keep the major rules in mind, I don't need to have an exacting character sheet of twenty pages or so. That's something I do for myself.

And that's why I've been unable to write; somehow the work became about my own feelings and needs. You, the reader, deserved better, and I've been failing to deliver that.

You have my profound apologies. I'm... better. If I waited until I was entirely clear and focused, I might never have started up again, for the shame of having fallen.

Thank you as always for your continued readership and support. It means more to me than I can put into words.