I actually did a bit of writing this week. Took me forever, but I got a few sentences, some of which are here below:
“What in the name of the Hexad am I doing?” he muttered, his hand tightening on the small cloth bag he carried.
“My question exactly,” said a voice near his bedroom door.
“Omusul!” Baxente whirled around, almost tripping over his walking staff. “What are you doing sneaking into my room in the middle of the night?“
“I could ask what you’re doing sneaking out of it, if I were in the habit of questioning my sovereign, that is.”