Madigan gets some well-earned karmic backlash from the last person she ever expected.
Attempt to vault over my writer's block!
Madigan dug the heels of her palms into her eye sockets as she stood at the exit to the Dwarven District.
His encounter with Madigan's elder sister fresh in his mind, Isaac felt he'd come to understand the rogue a bit more--how the effect a sibling's negative view could warp someone's self-perception, especially when it was so terribly wrong.
Madigan burst out of the inn and into the outside world, a whirlwind of blasphemes and epithets.
Madigan pored over her maps and notes on the rickety old table in the abandoned storehouse where she kept her supplies. Muttering under her breath, circling this, crossing out that, she leaned back and eyed her work.
The trip was a grueling, lonely one, but she made fairly good time considering the terrain traversed.
