- Apr 24, 2014
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Dorito had climbed the steps, and now she was quite pouty. She looked out the window, then turned and looked around the room. It was a small storage room, with boxes of many shapes and sizes, one like a large table with two chairs nearby. It was dusty, with no electric lighting. Esoteric and drafty. Were it not midday, it would be quite dark. "I hate waiting..."
Dorito kicked a box, crossing her arms and sitting on one of the chairs. She'd received a message, telling her that someone wanted to meet her up here, in this tower. She'd wait 'til it started to get dark, then she'd leave. Goblins were used to the cold, the dark, but 'used to' and 'preferring' were two very different things.
Dorito kicked a box, crossing her arms and sitting on one of the chairs. She'd received a message, telling her that someone wanted to meet her up here, in this tower. She'd wait 'til it started to get dark, then she'd leave. Goblins were used to the cold, the dark, but 'used to' and 'preferring' were two very different things.