Lee rambles

So adding to the pile of stories I’ll never actually write, in companion mode to farmer-swordsman, the goose girl turned high priestess (possibly without her knowledge) by virtue of suitably entertaining some deity of disaster by traipsing about in a dungeon looking for one of her flock, and surviving out of sheer, completely lacking in strategy dumb luck (good or bad depending on your perspective) (and possibly the assistance of more competent people desperately working very hard—like ducks paddling under the surface! Dunno.)

She had not set out after being swept into madcap circumstances necessitating swift action and presaging the start of a fateful quest’s long journey. She had not stumbled into a Waldgeist’s game of mischief and so been led astray by their uncanny nature. No grand authority had whisked her away after falling for her at first sight (even in the bloom of her youth and accounting for both variations in individual tastes among local nobility and the bard’s best efforts of sympathetic generosity, Liesel was firmly on the side of ‘less than’ when it came to average standards of beauty). She had not traveled away out of a keen yen for knowledge of the world beyond the outskirts of her known home. Indeed, intellectual curiosity about other ways of life was a trait entirely absent from her being, and so too was the feckless wanderlust often afflicting her similarly aged peers.

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