This weeks words: awry, freelance, fulsome
When shrouded by his navy cloak, it was hard to make out his eyes. Mark still wore the twilight uniform of the Penultimate Archwilydd, even though he was now a freelance financial inquisitor.
He had reason to be wary of awry glances, he couldn’t expect fulsome applause as a gamekeeper turned poacher. His own gaze, nano-enhanced, irises of iridescent navy was curiously opaque.
Certain types of travellers always wanted to crash his personal barriers, seeing silence as an affront, itching to work out his mystery. But a dangerous fool could challenge him, could unmask him as a fake Archwilydd…