Ashley
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The night was usually cold and silent, clashes of swords and whistling of arrows usually filled the air.
But tonight was different. It was loud as we drank and chatted.
I sat close to the bonfire, my knees brought up to my chest as I scribbled on the soil that was wet from all the booze that had spilled out of Sally’s wooden mug.
Sally chugged down the alcohol before asking for some more.
My body jerked as I felt a cold hand on my back.
“I’m sorry I scared you,” Dev said, his tone light.
“Oh, it’s alright,” I responded before returning to scribbling on the sand.
Deb’s eyes swept across the environment. “Would you look at those men over there?” He pointed to a group of men just a few feet away from the bonfire, chatting with some women. “Look at them trying to earn
