A Late Night in Northwich

Brother dumped the grounds out of his cup. The fire was dying down. Netty, his wife called from the keep. “Come to bed dear! You have drill in the morning with Commander Nicholas! 

Brother knew he had better follow her direction. After all, he did have to live with her and she did the cooking.

As he sauntered off to bed, he wondered how the Beast was faring in the mountains.

Author: The Storyteller

Don't count the lions. It will make you afraid and slow you down.

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