One Last Knight. A Series of Short Stories.

Something new!

Small happenings in and around the random corners of Enverdolmal.

Often just short musings, observations, or questions.

All random!

All Canon!

Enjoy folks!

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There was a start up village.

Their numbers where just 30.

For some reason the never bathed.

Perpetually dirty. 

Just ten women.

And just ten men.

The last of them,

Just ten children.

They were silent

Not very wordy. 

Short and stout 

Muscled and sturdy.

Their group was made of exiles.

Of others cast aside.

And in their loneliness they smiled

Their odor was their pride. 

Atop their mound of trash they rule.

So proud are those who boldly strut. 

Among the less

The small

The few

The burly 

30 dirty butts.

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See you all over at the gates of Enverdolmal soon enough!

Safe travels folks.

And as always,

Stay say.

Stay healthy.

Stay vigilant.

-Redd.