RECAPITULATION The Prancing Pony was relatively quiet the next morning. The raucous revelry of drunken guests was not to be heard, replaced with the much lighter sound of children at
Part 64 – Against Time Estonethial was much like a typical elf. Slender, just as tall as Theomin, the typical ears, and pale soft clean skin. Her glimmering hair, black
“Who SENT YOU?” Mericc roared. His hands shook, causing beads of sweat to pour down the assassin’s face who looked perilously at the sword at his throat.
Part 63 – From the Glade Night came upon the community on the hill. Stars shone brightly with clouds creeping in from the west. The breeze of warmth blew through
FOUR MINUTES LATER “Were there really that many goblins in the goblin camp?” asked the eldest girl, a little bit skeptical. The bard paused mid-sentence and winked. “I may have
