Lessa of Grimwood Part 38

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Lessa of Grimwood

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Lessa woke in the morning with a terrible headache and her mouth tasting as though a creature had crawled inside, shit and died.

To make her morning worse, her new friend the peasant girl was already trying to start conversation.

Lessa damned the light of day before trying to tune in on the questions.

"Are you going to help us work, Lessa?" The peasant girl asked. "I'm unsure... is it hard?" "Yeah, usually! Plus we gotta move fast, a storm is coming in"

Lessa sat up some and rubbed her eyes. "Can you teach me how to be a witch Lessa?" The peasant girl asked.

"It seems easier than you teaching me to be a peasant... wait I thought you wanted to be a whore?"

There was a stern look from the mother of the house but neither noticed it.

The peasant girl smiled and rolled her eyes. "Buh! I'll be a whore and then I'll be a witch, later on ill be a master sword-smith, master sword-fighter (I'll do that at the same time as the smithing), messenger, cartographer, forester, and retire into light adventuring. Yup nothing I won't do in this long long life of mine!"

Lessa felt a twang of annoyed guilt. She decided in her heart at this moment without thought to continue her quest.

"I can't help you today... Tuffy..." Lessa did forget the peasant girl's name but she smiled thinking it was a nickname so it does not matter. "I need to continue my quest."

The peasant girl seemed down at not spending more time with Lessa, but understanding. "Well... tell me if you fight any of that wizard's lackeys I guess!"

"Goons, Bellinor has goons not lackeys. Twisted merciless monsters forged by a dark alchemy from cattle-hearts." Lessa replied with dramatic flair.

The peasant girl tried to get Lessa to stay and wait the storm out but Lessa said she had far to go and shouldn't have wasted time anyways.

Then the peasant girl asked if Lessa could just teleport. Lessa scoffed, she could only teleport certain things to herself!

The peasant girl posed a confusing question: "Can you summon your wand thing to yourself to where the wand thing is?"

"...No? What are you asking me? What? You're making no sense." Lessa replied

"Does magic have to make sense?" The peasant girl asked. Lessa shrugged and decided to give it a go, just to prove that this nonsense.

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