A book that towered on the Wizard's deck caught my fancy. Its covers were gold while Fable Beard Co. logo was also etched on it. I picked it up and glanced through. Careful with that, the man said. Reading it exposed the journey of when and how everything started with Fable Beard Co. and entries as its development progressed.
One day, Fable Beard Co's showed up in our town, seeking for promoters and perfect models to sell their beard product. I happened to pass by when they arrived and they did ask that I come to be their product ambassador. Lots of Fable Beard Co's Beard Oil was handed out to me, along with a promise of some stipends.
It was Sunday morning in Oklahoma. The birds were singing in the trees as the sun gazed radiantly in splendor down on his home as he greeted his wife and their only son. His peace was the blissful kind that made lovebirds jealous.
The Dead Isles, it is a place told of only in tales. It is no different from Atlantis. People always talk but no one has ever found it. The path with be perilous but, it isn’t anything my men can't handle.
As I get down to the last 2 crates of 20 I am startled by a cellar door underneath the last two crates. This tavern has been in my family since we built it many years ago. There is no cellar in this tavern!
The letters used to come weekly and now they are coming every other day. They have become too much for me to handle. I think its time I met this wizard and tell him that the time has come to increase his supplies.