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I'm on a roll apparently Map for the first two Yokov stories (nice that I pretty much had them happening in the same area )

Beginning of the first - NaNoWriMo 2015 - Yokov and Snorer Part 1“Lieutenant Dell! Yokov! Sir! The Captain has been looking for you!”
Yokov opened one eye and looked at the young man assigned to sending messages. He must have run all the way from the palace if the sweat and general disarray of his clothing was any indication. Yokov stretched, yawned, and gave the black haired runner his full attention as he gasped and leaned against the very comfortable tree Yokov had been sleeping under just moments ago and he was reluctant to get up after such a pleasant nap. “You are going to wear yourself out before you reach your twenties, young man.”
“Please, sir. I need you to accompany me to the Captain’s office.” The young man was panting and yet looked incredibly twitchy to get going.
Yokov got up slowly, trying not to laugh at the look of panic on the young messengers face. “It can wait long enough for me to get that damn uniform jacket on, can it not?”
“Sir . . . the Captain says it is . . .

Beginning of the second - NaNoWriMo2016 - Agent Dell Part 1It was the next morning and Yokov was nursing a horrid hangover. Vergard had been sent off properly and left on foot, alone. Yokov had seen him off, despite his dreadfully pounding head. There were just some things you did for a friend. Yokov now headed back to his house, staggering only slightly.
How much had he had to drink last night anyway? He had lost track after attempting to match Reidalv. That had been a mistake. Although he was pretty sure the male centaur was at least feeling the buzz finally. He wondered idly if centaurs got hangovers. Vergard had given Yokov a small scrap of fabric just as he left down the road. It was that little tapestry they had gotten at Fellfar. Vergard had said, quietly, that if Yokov really wanted to see him again, he should find the place on the tapestry. Okay. So be it. That was exactly what he was going to do. He looked at the tapestry and found himself unable to focus on it through the pain that was threatening to make what little he had eaten la

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I'm on a roll apparently Map for the first two Yokov stories (nice that I pretty much had them happening in the same area )

Beginning of the first - NaNoWriMo 2015 - Yokov and Snorer Part 1“Lieutenant Dell! Yokov! Sir! The Captain has been looking for you!”
Yokov opened one eye and looked at the young man assigned to sending messages. He must have run all the way from the palace if the sweat and general disarray of his clothing was any indication. Yokov stretched, yawned, and gave the black haired runner his full attention as he gasped and leaned against the very comfortable tree Yokov had been sleeping under just moments ago and he was reluctant to get up after such a pleasant nap. “You are going to wear yourself out before you reach your twenties, young man.”
“Please, sir. I need you to accompany me to the Captain’s office.” The young man was panting and yet looked incredibly twitchy to get going.
Yokov got up slowly, trying not to laugh at the look of panic on the young messengers face. “It can wait long enough for me to get that damn uniform jacket on, can it not?”
“Sir . . . the Captain says it is . . .

Beginning of the second - NaNoWriMo2016 - Agent Dell Part 1It was the next morning and Yokov was nursing a horrid hangover. Vergard had been sent off properly and left on foot, alone. Yokov had seen him off, despite his dreadfully pounding head. There were just some things you did for a friend. Yokov now headed back to his house, staggering only slightly.
How much had he had to drink last night anyway? He had lost track after attempting to match Reidalv. That had been a mistake. Although he was pretty sure the male centaur was at least feeling the buzz finally. He wondered idly if centaurs got hangovers. Vergard had given Yokov a small scrap of fabric just as he left down the road. It was that little tapestry they had gotten at Fellfar. Vergard had said, quietly, that if Yokov really wanted to see him again, he should find the place on the tapestry. Okay. So be it. That was exactly what he was going to do. He looked at the tapestry and found himself unable to focus on it through the pain that was threatening to make what little he had eaten la