Carrying Marlowe to End Game III
A mountain of skewered meats, glistening with a sweet and smoky glaze, rested on a large platter, surrounded by fluffy roasted potatoes and a generous helping of Grandma's secret sauce. Alongside it, nestled in a smaller container, sat a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup, just as Marlowe had described.
Their laughter echoed through the marketplace as they settled themselves on stools around the stall, the aroma of the food a tantalizing invitation. Alex, recounted their earlier exploits with the goblins, embellishing certain details for dramatic effect, while Brittany interjected with dry wit, keeping his boasts in check. Marlowe, no longer the shy newcomer, listened with rapt attention, her own confidence growing with each shared experience.
As they devoured the delicious food, the weight of the recent adventure seemed to fade.
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