Redbeard's Journal

Seriously. I have red hair and a beard. What did you expect?

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ghost of redbeard
I woke up with these lines running through my head:

I snorted.  "The fey don't care about us, whether we live or die."

"Much better than the dead caring about us, if you ask me."

"I...."  My mouth opened and closed.  How could I tell them that the fey were dead without giving something away?

He was looking at me with that face that said you know something but you're being a real bastard and keeping it to yourself.  Well, of course I was.  After all, bastard was my middle name.

"I sure hope so," I said at last.

He poked me in the chest.  "You'd better not get us killed, you understand me?"

I have no idea where they came from, but I think there's something there.

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