The Kings Convoy (The Pauper)
A fantasy story for the IronAge writing prompt: The Pauper.
With grunts and huffs, the green ogres shove the townsfolk of Mook-Ut-Zand aside, the royal convoy creaking over the cobbled roads behind them. The bustling street opens up with traders shuffling their goods aside and patrons squashing into the doorways. Eftaly watches from the edge of an alleyway, the salty breeze blowing through his draughty rags maki…
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