In the late hours of the night while the moon was high in the dark sky. Hellena laid in bed patiently waiting for the guard to finish their final roun..
Absalon awoke to the sound of hot metal sizzling as the smiths dipped the premature sword into a barrel of cold water. Steam rose as the master ironsm..
"I'm sorry your Majesty but I must insist that I return to my mother's hut in Farnith. I fear I've missed some elusive clue. You will pardon my leave ..
The Master of Smugglers stood on the curtain wall looking down upon the wind swept pines cast in the shadow of the mountian. A strong westward wind ru..