Hello! I'm totally new to writing, minus what I've evaluated from reading others' works on other sites, but I think I have a bit of a handle on it. I'd like any pointers, evaluations, ect. that anyone can offer. I appreciate anything at all.
Anyway, this story's about a band of... well, you'll see
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"Alright, I think we're able to handle this, given what we're capable of. It's rather interesting anyway..." the soothing voice of Grace trailed off after giving her evaluation of Tristan's idea. She checked the others' reactions, and couldn't come to much of a conclusion about their own thoughts on the subject.
Tristan and his group of friends were simply put, low ranked bandits. They took missions where they could be found, just to scrounge up some pocket cash. So far, there hadn't been many defining missions yet, but that could soon change with the recent possibility of going undercover.
A boy around the age of seventeen decided to speak his mind. "Tristan, just how long would this last? We may not really be leaving much behind for now, but we're still leaving our home."
"It says about one to two months, minus travel time to get there"
"...Alright. So, we should pack now?" the boy named Patrick responded. He liked the idea of an adventure, though he was still at odds with himself, trying to come to grip the sometimes-harsh realities of an adventure.
Tristan didn't need time to ponder that, he simply replied with a nod. The three friends exchanged good-byes, and returned home. It was a beautiful afternoon, he thought to himself.
The view is absolutely stunning this evening, with a rosy-pink sky, puffy clouds, and the sun, of course.
Tristan assumed that the sun had about five minutes left before it began its plunge into the ocean.
(I can explain more, if you'd like...)