Relentless Will

While I’ve done better with the stories this month, I haven’t quite kept up with my schedule for my patrons. Despite the delay, my patrons will get their stories. With Ramas’ recent tales swirling about my mind, it didn’t take long for this narrative’s skeleton to emerge from the depths of my imagination. While the rough idea was ready to explore, my fingers refused to work on it while I was down in Roanoke. Of course, once I got back, I needed to work some extra hours for my day job since my leave balance was light.

Thankfully, those exceptionally long days are completed and I’ve been able to complete Ramas’ latest tale. So, find a comfortable chair and curl up as you explore this latest journey.

After following Nilus’ command, Ramas located the former tactician’s home and without waiting, he barged inside to recruit Gregor Attwood…

Relentless Will

Ramas ambled to the simple building and pressed his fingertips against the wall. “Nilus, I hope you’re right about him.” The wanderer sucked down a mouthful of cool air as he flung the door open and sauntered through the doorway. “I’ve come to speak with Gregor Attwood.”

“That would be me,” a thick bodied individual said as he stepped into the doorframe at the other end of the foyer. The man rubbed his chin as he leaned against the wooden frame. “Unfortunately, I don’t welcome strangers into my home, and since you’re hiding behind a helmet, that includes you. However, given that you have already violated my will, I’ll settle for learning who you are and why you’ve chosen to waste my time.”

A sigh rushed past the wanderer’s lips as he closed the entrance. “Is such disrespect to someone with the cursed sight a wise decision?”

The burly man chuckled as he sauntered across the small chamber, stopping within arm’s reach of the wanderer. “Anyone can claim that they carry the curse from that war.”

Ramas’ mouth curled into a predatory grin behind his helmet as he placed his wrists against his back. “You doubt me.”

“Wouldn’t you question wild accusations like this if you were me?”

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