8/17/09
21 Almsberth 459
Charmalina wrinkled her nose. Even the armory, secluded as it was above the barracks, smelled of charcoal and ash. She suspected that she might never be free of the stink of this place.
She stretched a little, standing on her toes, and glanced around the room. Weapons and armor of every sort glinted in the lantern light,
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