EADRICH’S POV
All of that really was six days ago, sitting on the roof of the pub the leather book in my hand, I ran to the roof to get away from the dwarf and her band of ungrateful drunk, it was my well-deserved and d*amn long overdue break yet they wouldn’t let me enjoy it in peace, I’ll be damned if I lift so much as a finger on request
I almost laugh at my irony, going from my near death experience to hiding away from a band of drunks and a slave driver dwarf but then again, ever since I met her it had been nothing but one near death experience after another, every second feels like my last and yet I oddly wouldn’t change a thing, if the stakes weren’t high then it wouldn’t feel right
The book I was holding fell from my hand
WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST SAY?
It wouldn’t feel right? M
