"Seems like the ghost luck is still with you."
Marek was chatting, and his fake friendliness stung my teeth. In the tent with shared gear, I put my practice sword back on the rack after the combat. After feeling odd and chilled, my energy has evaporated. Silence after thunder leaves me empty and unsteady.
I ignored him and put the sword away.
He said, "Nice move on Kieran." as he approached. Far too close. That's too shiny for you.Your request appears to have been interrupted. Could you resend? You seemed confident. His tiny, pig-like eyes scrutinized me. Looking for cracks.
Calmly, I remarked, "It was efficient." Turned around to leave.
Moving over, he blocked the tent door. Okay. "Quick and easy." He leaned closer, and his breath smelled like cheap beer. We all want to know. How doe
