T25.115 The Tentweaver, Part 4.3
Shurmo's brows furrowed as she decided to turn her attention elsewhere.
While keeping an eye on her bawling grandson, she thought of other matters.
She felt in her element when she was plotting things, as she did much of which rose her to her current position as Elder.
Though she had been rather frustrated as all the plots that she came up with seemed to fall flat after a quick internal wargame, she felt she was on to something after she decided to plan not from the perspective of a Crab Rider, but as a fragile mudlurker.
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