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Chapter 2

  Prynn and Brayen made quick work down the hillside; for as tall as the hill was, the combination of steep angle and silty earth created a wondrous trip-slide-tumble effect that guaranteed a short trip to the bottom. From there it was but a short walk along a dirt road, its path traversing through an unkempt and weedy field. The winding, twisting nature of the road belied the fact that it had been constructed not through purposeful intent, but rather, by frequency of use. At the end of the path, the field suddenly dropped off, the scraggly grass and trees growing progressively more sparse until ending altogether in a starkly empty circular patch of dirt. Here the first of the town's buildings came into view. Prynn, as he did every day, sucked in one rather large breath and released it all in one go as he crossed into the threshold of it's lively embrace. Brightwater was constructed in a roughly horseshoe shape, with two long rows of buildings hosting all manner of shops and tr

Chapter 1

Prynn awoke as he did most days, spluttering and shivering as his sleep-fogged brain tried desperately to claw to the surface of wakefulness. And, as he did on most days, he immediately rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, hard as it was in a bed that was now thoroughly soaked through.  Magda stood over him, bucket tucked squarely beneath one pendulous bosom, clicking her tongue in irritation.  "Wake up Prynn, you lazy bug. There's no use pretending, I know you're awake. Come now. Up, up, up! There's work to be done!" Prynn tucked his knees squarely into his chin and tried to ignore her. It wasn't until Magda tossed down the bucket and began to bodily lift him by his ankles from the bed did he admit defeat. Stretching languidly, he blinked with exaggerated slowness at her one, two, three times. "Oh Magda dear. Good morning, good morning. What's for breakfast?" She huffed, reclaimed her bucket, and fixed him with a stern expression. "Sa