May 29, 2020
@apotomelimma continued from here.
There was a soft chuckle that accompanied the amused smirk on her chin.
“I supposed it could have been worse. Damn thing could’ve caught your face.”
Vivienne lifted a pint of ale to her lips and sipped the warm liquid. Smacking her lips in a sign of pleasure from the beverage, she pointed at the bard to add,
“Seen that before; poor bastard wailed like a baby.”