Chapter Fifteen — Tressan Bureaucracy
Getting on top of the crate had been more of a chore than Holsley realised, but it had been necessary in order to find his footing. The young bard looked out at the infamous courtyard of the Old Stone Keep...
Getting on top of the crate had been more of a chore than Holsley realised, but it had been necessary in order to find his footing. The young bard looked out at the infamous courtyard of the Old Stone Keep...
The journey hadn’t felt like a couple of days; in truth, it had felt more like a couple of weeks. Still, on no more than the twelfth day of Dunalorn, their cart creaked up the old road that hugged the...
It was a strange thing to attend your own funeral. It was a stranger thing still to be the one to arrange it. Kolstace had chosen a simple affair this time around. After all, his life had been lived modestly....
The spade went into the sodden ground easily enough, bringing back a pile of dirt. Another hundred or so stabs and Chip would reach his father’s coffin. It was dark in the graveyard now, it had been for several hours,...
In its hundred-year history, the ramshackle tavern had never known such a crowd. Not since the great Marlin Mandrovi played his sleepy song for an eager audience, nor since the famed folk hero Raddagan Brave showed off his impressive talent...