Bigsby grumbled incoherently and the iridescent shimmering structure of the Giordan Lighthouse flickered as if someone were playing with the light switch. "There you are," the old man mumbled as if to himself and circled himself with his staff, dragging it's butt across the hard packed earth...
"Quickly Hodge. Use your good arm and fire into the sky above the bailey," commanded the wizard as he planted his gnarled staff in the packed earth. The footman hefted the crossbow on his shoulder, aimed to the sky, and with a twang the bolt was away. Seconds passed and the footman lowered the...
Bigsby didn't really wander too far. He had helped his former captor through the use of more mundane means, bandaging his wound and supporting him so that they could walk to some nearby crates stacked close to a lit brazier and sit. There they shared names and broke some bread that Bigsby still...
Bigsby stooped upon a stool, sedentary but not shy. To the children, some women, and few elderly that the wizard kept company with he was a scintillating singularity of stylized stories. He kept them busy as sanguine ichor ran down the walls outside. He told them stories as men died to sooth...
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