Chapter 2 complete!

Ahhh~ After so long Chapter 2is finally complete. It feels so... liberating. I feel like I'm on a victory rush right now. Getting this laptop to dedicate to writing alone has been the single greatest thing I've done for this. Honestly. I've managed to put out almost 3000 words the past 3 days alone, and this is mostly while on the way to work/at work/on my way home. Like... I never knew I could be so productive.

I know before I said I would probably rework my story outline at this point, but I feel like I have enough direction for the next chapter or two that I shouldn't put off continuing when I feel my creative juices overflowing.

Lanouette, I can't thank you enough for this greatness you've bestowed upon me!

Chapter Count: 2/?
Word Count: 21558/120000

To celebrate here's an bit of conversation between Deflorin and her best friend, Setangha.


"Well, your whole plan is based on the sole fact that this Bartalomew guy is being honest with you. He could just be feeding us false information. He IS a bandit after all."
"I doubt it Seta, considering what I offered him for the info."
"What did you do now?" she sighed and took in a long drink of her stein.
"Well... we kind of need to stop by the stockades on our way out tonight..." I looked down and muttered as quickly and quietly as I could, "and break him out of there."
A spray of ale and coughing filled the air between us. I wiped the residue from my face with the bottom of my skirt.
"We have to what? Are you mad? Why would you even do that!" she yelled between gasps of air. Her face was a light hue of pink rage. She was one of those girls who was quite cute when she was angry, not that I liked making her that way.
"He seems like a decent enough guy, and I quite doubt that he's a legit bandit."
"Hello Deflorin! He's been hanging out with a bunch of brigands and harassing innocent villagers for the past month, doing nothing but causing us poor townsfolk nothing but trouble. Why could you possibly think he's any different?"
"He's quite well groomed and decent looking"
She rolled her eyes exaggeratedly and sat back, "So he's attractive? Great reasoning there."
"Yeah but most bandits aren't. They're vile, rank, ugly men who are usually creepy and have their clothing tatters. If Bart's an actual bandit then he's by far the best dressed and smelling bandit I've ever met. King of the bandits even! I honestly think he's just some kind of mercenary who was down on his luck and took an easy, incredibly well paying job that came his way."
Setangha rolled her eyes quite visibly at my argument, "Because that's much better than a bandit."
"I'm also pretty sure he's married. Ever met a married bandit before?" I pleaded with her, pushing aside my building annoyance.
"Married?" she sighed and shook her head,  "Of course in a situation like interrogation you'd notice something like that."
"All I'm saying is the only jewelry he was wearing was a relatively simple looking wedding band on his ring finger. Plus when I hit on him he didn't seem interested."
Setangha just stared at me now like she couldn't believe what was coming out of my mouth. She took her time musing her next response, seemingly in deep thought until she finally answered me, "Just because someone isn't interested in you doesn't mean he's married."
She yelped suddenly when my leg kicked out under the table at her.
"Ok, ok I'm sorry! Jeez..." she lamented as she rubbed her wound. "Even you have to admit though, your arguments really aren't that persuasive."