Trade Camp
Treson nodded, her eyes never leaving Roderick's. She knew that she would never forget this conversation, and she knew that she would never forget the temptation that the box had offered her.

With a final glance at Roderick, she turned and left the stall, the sound of the bell in the distance echoing through the market.

As she walked away, Treson felt a sense of relief wash over her. She had resisted the temptation, and she knew that she had made the right decision.

But as she disappeared into the crowded market, Roderick's eyes remained fixed on the distance, his mind replaying their conversation.

"I'll see you again soon, Treson,"

He whispered to himself.

"And next time, you won't be so lucky."

And with that, he disappeared into the shadows, his eyes glinting sinisterly.

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fair enough Vicky

At lunch on my phone

you still here

looks in for a few

Well there is a big pitcher of it enjoy..

I live on a beach too…”beach drinks” come out fairly early on Fridays but I’ll save yours for few more hours…gotta drive home and all

How’s it goin’?

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I missed you

Looks in

Welcome back Vicky.
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take another sip

Trade Camp
Treson's eyes met Roderick's, and they just stared at each other for a moment. The air was thick with tension, and Treson could feel the weight of the box's power bearing down on her.

But she shook her head, her mind clearing. She knew she couldn't be tempted by the box's power. She could only imagine what it did to others, and she knew that she wasn't going to put herself and others close to her in that position, especially now.

"I'm not interested," she said, her voice firm and decisive.

Roderick's smile faltered, and his eyes seemed to cloud over for a moment. But then his expression cleared, and he nodded.

"I thought as much," he said. "The box is not for the faint of heart. But I'll tell you this, Treson: if you change your mind, you know where to find me."

-Outside the barn-

I had spent the last few days with a few other men logging. We'd been in the woods and selectively cutting trees down and hauling them down here. We'd haul the deadfall down too and use it for firewood in the communal pile. Spending time in the nearby forest, we all realized we were going to have to go up the coast and cut trees and boom them down to the docks like we had last summer. Regrowth was happening but trees grew slow. I was limbing and skinning some of those logs now, working up a sweat in the morning sunshine. I stopped after rolling the skinned log into the pile with the others and pulled my tunic off. I grabbed up the bota a slave had brought and drank deeply of the fresh water. Then I was about to wipe the sweat from my face with my tunic when a slave came running up waving a towel. I chuckled and scooped her up as she giggled then took the towel from her. I wiped my face after putting her down then popped her with the towel and winked. Then I went back to work on the stack of logs.

Out

I understand that can be tough

who are you?
do I know you?

another look a couple of hours later...

might you have a place we can chat

it's a common occurrence...