S're did the thing... and now, that thing might destroy everything she's ever loved. What is the "Cost of a Bounty?" Enjoy!
I am glad I wrote so many chapters. I've lost the momentum. Life is as life does. I will do my very best to keep it up. Might end up breaking these chapters down even smaller. They get so long so fast. I hit 9k words in one of these later ones. I just let the stream of consciousness take me, and I let the characters give me a natural break away. Sometimes, they are not forthcoming about those.
Now that the momentum is lost, poor Roscrow is stuck in there with a stick and a lost cause, beating back all the other characters. "My bitch! Come back later! Roan! You slippery little shi- Oh, hey, elf sex. Yeah, I could watch this." ROSCROW! "What? you've built me a castle wall and a moat of cock block, what do you expect?"
I'll get back to it. Sometimes, life is so much fun! And then... your cat dies, and it takes you 2 months to finally break down and deal with the grief. I lost myself in the unflappable focus of avoidance, but I couldn't avoid it forever. It wasn't healthy. Life is as life does. 18 years. Is this what elves feel like?