Sans Player Novels & Stories

I stare at the screen. Sister?

Cole picked his up and held it at several different distances from his face like the problem was his eyesight and not the fact that he couldn't read a single word of it. "Okay," he said, after fooling himself for a while. "I can work with this." "You can't read it," Sean pointed out. "I don't need to read it, I'll just point at anything based on how it sounds." "That's how you end up with something you don't want." Sean added. I put my menu down and looked around for the server. Beside me Connie was turning hers over like the back might be in English. Then Mira looked up, caught the server's eye and spoke.

The men paid Boro no mind, thinking that he was just trying to get a seat closer to the fire. "Yup, I hear that the man is a deserter from the False Kings army taking refuge here in Galaos. I hear he slew an entire company of men before he left" Said a man a whole head taller than the rest. "Oh come off it Rel', no man, no matter how skilled with a blade can kill that many men, think about it, how many men are usually in a company of soldiers eh?" Asked another man, to the taller one. "Fuck if I know, best guess, maybe ninety?" said Rel, saying it as a question.