[Hob tucked his hands into his pants pockets as they strolled together. There were others walking as well, so he kept his pace with Morpheus, close at his side. At times, his bare arm brushed against the sleeve of the other man's coat, and Hob mused at what others must've thought at seeing Morpheus dressed head to toe in black on such a sunny day.]
I put my own hands to some of these stones. Believe it or not, fighting is only a small part of soldiering. Much of the time, there's labor involved.
[It wasn't uncommon for an army to suddenly put down new roads or bridges as they went from one territory to another. The work better facilitated troops that might reinforce them later.]
Oh, that...
[Hob glanced over his shoulder at the inn behind them, knowing the standing remains of the White Horse was just a block down the street. He always held out hope that Morpheus would one day return.]
What if you were to come back someday? I couldn't have you meeting me for drinks in an abandoned building.
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Date: 2022-09-01 05:38 pm (UTC)I put my own hands to some of these stones. Believe it or not, fighting is only a small part of soldiering. Much of the time, there's labor involved.
[It wasn't uncommon for an army to suddenly put down new roads or bridges as they went from one territory to another. The work better facilitated troops that might reinforce them later.]
Oh, that...
[Hob glanced over his shoulder at the inn behind them, knowing the standing remains of the White Horse was just a block down the street. He always held out hope that Morpheus would one day return.]
What if you were to come back someday? I couldn't have you meeting me for drinks in an abandoned building.