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Paedyn sat at his desk, a quill in hand and a parchment in front of him. He didn’t much like writing. It wasn’t that he wasn’t good at it, but the hand cramps were awful. He also didn’t have good handwriting, though that was probably because he didn’t try. Why would he try though? Writing was lame. Devarius usually did all the writing. Paedyn just wasn’t good at it. He was good at talking. But he knew certain regulations would have to be in writing to be accepted.
He and Devarius had hoped they wouldn’t need to set forth laws for the resistance. After all, they were fighting against a tyrannical empire to earn their freedom. The last thing they wanted to do was put laws and rules on the so called “free” people.
A knock at the door brought Paedyn out of his thoughts. He frowned as he
