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Stories from the Verse
Con Verse Lea
Chapter 43: Beam 138
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When Bron came down to lunch, he was wearing a belt bearing a pair of blades, the longer and shorter swords borne by the soldiers. Closer examination revealed he was also wearing a vest, and carrying one of the metal hardhats.
Ashleigh had nothing new. Beam raised an eyebrow.
“No vest?” he queried.
“Too restrictive,” she said. “It would slow me down, make it more difficult to fight and dodge.”
Beam nodded. That made some sense. He thought it was something to which she could adapt over time, but in the short term she was better off without it, and the short term was what mattered here.
“I trust everyone is packed,” he said around a bit of pork he had cooked for their meal. The nods of consent confirmed this. “Good. Finish up. We’re leaving soon.” He took a swig of the rice beer to which he had treated himself, but reminded himself that he needed to limit it. Drink had a tendency to take over, and if he lost control they were all dead.
He stood.
“I’ll be outside. Finish eating, and catch up.”
There is a behind-the-writings look at the thoughts, influences, and ideas of this chapter, along with twenty other sequential chapters of this novel, in mark Joseph "young" web log entry #465: Characters Wander. Given a moment, this link should take you directly to the section relevant to this chapter. It may contain spoilers of upcoming chapters.
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