heat
The heat in the tavern was unbearable, even though out of doors it was cool with the hint of rain on the breeze.
Adelaine almost wished she could abandon her performance in favor of a stroll through the village, if for no other reason than to cool the sweat dripping down her back, but doing so would mean giving up the chance for coin and with it a good night’s rest for a change.
And so she sang. She told tales of the homeland she didn’t miss and the conflict she fought in – and nearly died for – but couldn’t remember.
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