Apr
23
2020
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Apr
22
2020
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04/22/2020 Snippet: TRADE NEGOTIATIONS.

Ticking along, ticking along.

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Apr
21
2020
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04/21/2020 Snippet, TRADE NEGOTIATIONS.

It surely is, Leo. It surely is.

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Apr
12
2020
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04/12/2020 Snippet, TRADE NEGOTIATIONS.

I think that I have a plan now.

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Apr
10
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04/10/2020 Snippet, TRADE NEGOTIATIONS.

Heading in for the final… stuff.

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Apr
09
2020
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04/09/2020 Snippet, TRADE NEGOTIATIONS.

Starting to get to the final action!

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Apr
08
2020
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04/08/2020 Snippet, TRADE NEGOTIATIONS.

I wonder what I should title this story, now.

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Apr
07
2020
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04/07/2020 Snippet, TRADE NEGOTIATIONS.

Character development! Kind of. Also: it’s ‘skunkbear’ until I can figure out whether I can get away with ‘owlbear.’ Everybody seems to have an opinion on whether that’d be fair use.

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Apr
05
2020
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04/05/2020 Snippet, TRADE NEGOTIATIONS.

At this rate, I’m going to be calling it an all-new story. I don’t know when we’re getting back to the authentic Old American blue jeans.

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It didn’t like the crossbows, and it didn’t like the staggering volleys that the two squads proceeded to toss into it, either. Fire and air elementals weren’t always the brightest spirits out there, and it took another two crossbow volleys before the elemental calmed down enough to toss back fireballs with something approaching actual aim. But by then the crew was ducking out of sight, into cover — and far, far away from any barrels. When wood explodes from being fireballed, it explodes nasty.

Jimmy and Leo hadn’t fired after the first volley; in fact, the volleys were there to keep the fire elemental distracted while they moved. Not that Jimmy minded softening up the damned thing first. He even allowed himself the ridiculous hope that a stray bolt might hit the restraining charm that was keeping this elemental captive and mad on this plane of existence, although the odds of that were roughly equivalent to picking all six numbers in the next Greater Hershey Stupidity Tax. But even if Jimmy didn’t hit the lottery today that way, the two were still getting closer to the time and place where they could do something useful with their time.

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