The main streets of Lyndon Falls were crowded, overly so, making it easier for Wip Figgi to move about unnoticed. Still, he stole a fleeting glance behind him, his nervousness obvious. He brushed his unkempt brown hair from his eyes and tightened the rough wool cloak. The wind and icy drizzle were madding.
The center of the square was ahead. That’s where Mornoon would be. Wip didn’t like meeting him there, but the mistrustful merchant refused a more private setting.
The first time I read this, it seemed to me like Lyndon Falls was the name of a town in the real world. After completing the sample, I'm pretty convinced that it's not, but something about it sounds a little too "real" or "earthbound" or whatever. The Falls part is good, but the Lyndon part would be the one to change, if you're so inclined.
I love the name Wip Figgi. From what I can tell of the character so far, it fits him perfectly.
"He brushed his unkempt brown hair from his eyes and tightened the rough wool cloak."
I think "his rough wool cloak" would work better
"The wind and icy drizzle were madding."
I think you meant for madding to read "maddening".
I think you can probably add two more lines to this and still remain within the limit.
Keep up the good work.
Best regards,
Brant
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The main streets of Lyndon Falls were crowded, overly so, making it easier for Wip Figgi to move about unnoticed. Still, he stole a fleeting glance behind him, his nervousness obvious. He brushed his unkempt brown hair from his eyes and tightened the rough wool cloak. The wind and icy drizzle were madding.
The center of the square was ahead. That’s where Mornoon would be. Wip didn’t like meeting him there, but the mistrustful merchant refused a more private setting.XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
If you are inclined, you could add XXXXX much more to make thirteen lines.
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The main streets of Lyndon Falls were crowded, overly so, making it easier for Wip Figgi to move about unnoticed. Still, he stole a fleeting glance behind him, hoping his nervousness wasn’t too obvious. He brushed his unkempt brown hair from his eyes and tightened his rough wool cloak. The wind and icy drizzle were maddening.
The center of the square was ahead. That’s where Mornoon would be. Wip didn’t like meeting him there, but the mistrustful merchant refused a more private setting.
The early evening air held an extra bite coming off the bay and it didn’t take a Predictor to see snow in the near future. It gave Wip the extra excuse for pulling his hood low to cover his face.
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Thanks again.
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