I didn’t see much of Soletus as he trained. He needed to focus, and I spend most of my time in the infirmary and I gave me a great opportunity to listen to everyone’s opinion. There wasn’t a monk who didn’t talk about it. And they were split up into two camps; ones who thought he was the bravest tod alive or one who believed he was the dumbest dod alive.
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Slice-of-life fantasy writer. I write fluffy heartwarming fantasy about elves.
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