Chapter 2: A simple difference of opinion.

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Work in progress draft of Summoners Fallacy by Leimrat. Originally posted on Leimrat.blogspot.com. Please do not repost.

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“Ugh, where am I?” Dreamer woke up in warm bed, in one of the nicest rooms they’d ever seen, not that they’d seen many.

Stone walls atop wood paneling and a high beam ceiling.

Trying to get up, Dreamer noticed the bandage around their chest, the memory of the bandits running towards them, a hair away from death played on loop in Dreamers mind.

Mrrr

Dreamer recoiled at the sudden noise, looking over the edge of the bed they saw the little white armadillo sat there looking up, pawing at the bed.

“Mrrrr”

A warm smile lit their face, giggling they bent over the edge and grabbed the cute round eyed murder ball.

“Ow! You’re too heavy bud. And it still hurts all over.”

It huffed and rolled away out the room.

Not long after a tall thick slab of a man with a beard bigger than Dreamer ducked under the doorway, wiping his meaty soot covered hands on his leather apron.

Dreamer bolted at the sight of the man., grabbing something random from the night stand as a weapon.

“Relax kid” said the deepest voice in the world, it sounded like he had rocks in his throat.

“You gonna hit me with that book or read it?” The guy said, trying to lighten the mood, Dreamer still wasn’t sure this guy want a bear in disguise.

They looked at what they’d grabbed, the cover of the book said ‘Mending and medicine for around the house’ 

“Where am I?” Dreamer shouted, thrusting the book at him like a weapon.

“Your at 

(Unfinished)

Like I said, I’ve got a general outline for the book jotted down if people like it. It’s not priority number one though.

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