Isemay
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Thirty-nineA Chapter by IsemayAfter Syreilla vanished Grimgrip muttered, “He’s resting the way we all should be.”“You can rest at Delver’s Deep. I&rsq.. |
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FortyA Chapter by IsemayStepping through the doorway that Isca opened, Syr inclined her head, the space in front of her wasn’t what she expected, however. The stone wal.. |
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Forty-oneA Chapter by IsemayCyran wandered through the misty landscape, at times it was countryside, along the road from Withia or the fields he remembered around the orphanage a.. |
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Forty-twoA Chapter by IsemayThe gentle touch on her cheek made Syreilla jerk awake, sending water over the side of the tub. Looking around she blinked in confusion for a moment u.. |
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Forty-threeA Chapter by Isemay“We need to discuss the plans more thoroughly first, Syreilla, and you want me to take someone completely untrained in with me into the goddess .. |
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Forty-fourA Chapter by IsemayThe guest bed was large enough for Master Odos and Syr was sprawled out across it blissfully when she heard the argument outside the chamber.“Sh.. |
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Forty-fiveA Chapter by Isemay“No. If my armor cannot fit beneath it-” Cyran scowled as the half-elf threw his hands up and pulled the tailor away to speak to the man.I.. |
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Forty-sixA Chapter by IsemaySirruil was walking among those working the forges with an awed look on his face and Syr came to sit on the bench next to Orefinder with a grin, &ldqu.. |
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Forty-sevenA Chapter by IsemayKwes paced the cell with a scowl. They’d striped him of everything and given him a piece of cloth to tie around his hips. Cyran, in the cell acr.. |
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Forty-eightA Chapter by IsemaySyr was watching Sirruil talk animatedly to his siblings as they ate, about the ways he’d seen into the treasure rooms with the circlet on. Most.. |
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