Leave Pullo some mail here. If ever figures out he has a mailbox in the first place, anyway.

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Rogue didn't want to go back to her own hut, so Pullo directed them to the tent he shared with Lucius. It was closer, anyhow. Lucius was inside sleeping, or pretending to, and after Pullo had a brief conversation with his friend, in which he explained he had a goddess outside, a real and actual goddess, Lucius left with a scowl ( Read more... )

Pullo and Lucius were laying on their bedrolls under the evening sky just like any other night. Pullo could tell without looking that Lucius wasn't asleep yet, he had this way about his breathing, deep and slow, but just a little ragged like even in sleep he couldn't relax ( Read more... )

Titus had taken to checking his mailbox daily ever since Isabel had left him cookies in it the one time. Hadn't gotten much, ever since. Once, someone had left him a stick, and another time a dead bug. All in all, unimpressive ( Read more... )