Winged Messengers

Winged Messengers

Adventuring is more waiting than it is anything else. The tales never tell of all the time the heroes spend sitting on their butts. They’re nothing more than daring-do and buckling swashes. Okay maybe there’s copious amounts of mead and buxom barmaids if those are your thing. But those bits are intermittent at best.

Running with this crew we spend most of our time waiting on the birds. Which is another way of saying we sit on our asses in the mud and wait for some damnable avian familiars of the warlock Snarl to report in. It’s boring. It’s cold. It’s dirty, but not that dirty. The worse bits usually come later. But it’s also not worth talking about.

Few of our escapades are. Given the Boss is inclined towards a wait and see approach. Hence the birds. She wants to scope out ever job before we even try to take the goods. And in the case of ruins, like the ones we’re currently sitting outside of, that means letting Snarl’s plethora of pigeons poop all over everything. 

I’ve never understood the point in sending in the birds for a job like this. There’s no one there. And anything that’s taken up resident usually runs off. If they don’t that’s why we carry so many sharp objects. But the Boss has her ways and they’re our ways, even if I find them boring. I just wish they didn’t end up with us covered in so much filth unnecessarily. 


Today’s art is courtesy of Reza Afshar from Tehran, Iran.

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