Pity Pudding (Loot Sisters #11)

“They’re thieves,” Rach growls.

“And weasels!” That’s about Felicia’s crudest insult to date, and I pat her shoulder, grinning.

Aries’ second – a tall woman with a tattooed face – arches her eyebrows. “I’m confused. Are they goblins or weasels?”

“Goblins.” I cross my arms impatiently. “So? Have you seen them?”

“I hate to cause you sorrow, Maya, but we have not.” Aries inches closer. “May I suggest a visit to our encampment? We have pudding.”

“Pudding?”

“Aye. Dark chocolate from the Green Isle.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Pudding sounds lovely,” Vera cuts in. “And a bath. Unless you enjoy being filthy?”

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The 11th installment of Loot Sisters, my dungeon crawler story. Written for The Prediction. This week’s challenge words were crude, pudding, and sorrow.

Previous episodes in order include Dungeon Crawl (1), A Matter of Trust (2), Thank You, Erd (3), Questing for Quests (4), To Hunt for Loot (5), Divining a Direction (6), It’s Safer to Rent a Unicorn (7), Thirsty (8), Weaponized Coffee (9), and A Casual Distraction (10)