I wrote 2,730 words today.
First sentence written:
“The City of Light was full of fickle fans.”
Last paragraph written:
“From another Mage,” Beros explained. “Kale was once the servant of Ordos, who can manipulate bone. The poor man has died so many times that he has lost count. Those scars are where Ordos has pulled the bone from Kale’s flesh. And he doesn’t speak because Ordos forced him to gnaw his own tongue off. That was the same day I rescued him. I can’t bring myself to kill him again so that it will grow back.”