Expedition 1

Nemo Valente The oar had never felt this heavy.  The longer Nemo waited across the road, searching every face that entered the tavern for those familiar orange stripes beneath the eyes, the more weight pulled on his arms as he tried to keep himself and his weapon upright.  It looked less like he was leaning on it and more like it was slowly sinking them both into the wild grass. He hadn't c...