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This has been a fun section to work on for me. It’s allowing me to look at the story more as a story than that of just a boy on a quest.

We fixed the glitch-Sorry if you got redirected. Things are all clean on our end now- if you have any problems let me know.

Also – working hard on commission art right now (family has to eat) and I am just waiting for the artbooks to show up. Gonna be a wild month.

Keep creating

trav

7 Comments

msouth » 31 Oct 2013 » Reply

Should be "A place I have never been to", not too.

SotiCoto » 9 Sep 2013 » Reply

So Fencer whines about things not being fair too?
He'll get along well with the barmaid, I bet.
Maybe that is why the troll decided to volunteer them to go together: so they can both whine about unfairness in unison… with extra randomly inserted scowls on the side.

Grey Matter » 6 Sep 2013 » Reply

Is it just me, or is Fencer's Mom a bit of a bitch?

    Trav the bean » 6 Sep 2013 » Reply

    i guess you have to look at it from her point of few and what she's been through. She's a farmer, her boy is in his early 20's and has returned home from an emotionally taxing adventure… She's very old world, old school… it's time to get off your butt and make some tough choices…

    I don't think she's a ***** I think she is more of a realist and trying to teach her son to be one as well.

    Andy » 8 Sep 2013 » Reply

    My thoughts were more toward Fencer being a petulant whiner. I thought he was more noble than what he’s showing here.

      Trav the bean » 9 Sep 2013 » Reply

      i think everyone has had a really rough few weeks. raw nerves etc…

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