Soviet Titties V
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- Posted: Fri, 04 May 2012 20:01:30 +0000
- "Well," he cleared his throat. As ye get older...your body begins to show that well, its getting old. Sort of like the mayor. B-but anyways, that's enough of that."
He turned around to face her, holding his wounded arm slightly. It was throbbing. He scratched the mess of brown hair on his head, thinking of a way to explain the things.
"Money is something you need out here. Without it, you can't buy anything, or have someone do something--like back home. I can't really tell ye why it's so valuable, but it just is." Dudley pulled out a few of the old jewelry pieces from a small sack and showed them to her. "Every year we have to trade these to people in here, for whatever we can get. Along the way I need to buy food and find a place to sleep, since I can't carry two weeks worth of food on my back, and as such those crystals are heavy. But yea, don't worry about it to much, just leave it to me. And c'mon, eat some more, yer going to die out here."
He turned back around to his papers that showed bits of land and smaller details that were all horribly outdated. Every few years he would have to update his books on the happenings around the land, villages, and monsters. Irma had told him this year the northern road to the old ruins were treacherous. Bandits had moved in recently; they'd have to take another way, making the trip even longer and dangerous.