Angeline at http://angelinetrevena.blogspot.com/ has tagged me. I'm sure you know the rules:
Go to page 77 of your current MS
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Although not a highlight of my MS, here we go...
Opening his eyes he caught a fleeting glimpse of a warrior across the river attempting to quickly disappear into the brush before the dwarf spotted him. “Damn”, Dimnar cursed himself for being so lax. He was supposed to be out scouting for the enemy, not acting like he was out on some carefree little picnic. He was certain he had been seen and reached for his greataxe that he had placed beside his feet while viewing the falls. There would be no running from the enemy. A dwarf was not built for haste and they were raised to fight not flee. “I suppose the king will get his answer when I do not return”, he thought knowing that any orcs this far away from their homeland would surely be in a group. Dimnar resigned himself to the fact that he was certain to die once they had caught him, but he was also confident that many of them would take their last breath before he did so himself.