Getting back in the flow
“And what of it?” The armoured man asked the plates of his heavy armour pitted, dented and, spattered with a drying brown liquid. “His lord may be displeased,” the gaunt figure said, it had the aura of a perpetual sniveling thing about it, a worm perhaps. It’s round pink mouth full of yellowed thorn like teeth, little black eyes. “Pah,” the armoured man spat, “if I cared what that puss filled festering boil of a…