EACH STORM THAT RAGES The bard trailed off, as it was quite apparent that the children were no longer paying much attention to the story. He was just getting to
Rathbairn had left the Dwarves behind almost half an hour ago almost gratefully and had continued to tread along the path through the valley. If the Dwarves were correct, he would
The dwarves were drinking and celebrating when Rathbairn yelled for quiet. Something at the edge of his awareness had tugged at him. The dwarves seemed not to have noticed so