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Pick Your Poison, Thursday
Thursday, November 25th, 2021 11:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
not_a_goddamn_princessYou know? Being attacked by angry turkeys with teeth could really make a girl think about the important things in life. Like combat spells. And axes.
Yeah, axes.
As soon as Margo was done taking inventory today, she was sitting down to check out where blacksmith chick worked on the big ol’ map of this place. “Axes,” she muttered, sitting down behind the counter. “Mama’s gotta get some.”
If experience had taught her anything, it was that you never wanted to rely solely magic when the chips were down.
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Yeah, axes.
As soon as Margo was done taking inventory today, she was sitting down to check out where blacksmith chick worked on the big ol’ map of this place. “Axes,” she muttered, sitting down behind the counter. “Mama’s gotta get some.”
If experience had taught her anything, it was that you never wanted to rely solely magic when the chips were down.
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