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"So you've always been here...but you had a nice life until the burned down barn," Yffrey said without a hint of tact. "I have been walking from the east," he said simply. His long legs could carry him far, but he was not built for covering long distances. "I will be fine," he said politely...

"I am Yffry, he offered up without reservation. "Amion," Yffry repeated. It was a word he hadn't heard. The notion of gods and religions evoked feelings that he couldn't tie to any particular memories. He didn't like organised religion. He thought those that ascribed to it, or even went to...

Before Yffry could ask if supper was just an overripe apple, the little grey one had already offered something more appealing. Despite the amicable resolution to the situation, Yffry still felt a pang of regret. He walked along a road with a temporary travelling companion. Rather than any form...

"I do not like the sound of an apple that tastes like sawdust," Yffry replied. The small grey one looked like a woman and sounded like a man. They were not human either. Were they an outsider, like Yffry? Forced to steal to survive as they lived around the periphery or human towns. Yffry...

Far from intimidating, his expression was one of panic. Yffry didn't know what he was supposed to do now. The pale person was smiling at him, but down the road was an old man calling out. They had a good amount of time, Yffry decided. The dog wasn't rushing towards them. He let his hand fall...

Yffrey was meandering along the road, enjoying the afternoon sun. The nights had been cold recently. He did not enjoy them. For a short while he had hidden in the hay barns of a village south of the road. One of the children had brought him some chunks of bread in the evening. Then the boy...

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"Better out than in," muttered Desmene, who sat hunched over the bar with a half-empty bottle of red and a wooden mug beside it. She smirked to herself and refilled her up. Desmene went quiet, but remained where she was at the bar. When human men approached strangers at the bar whilst...

"Excellent," Desmene replied. She tossed the puzzle box towards the tall, white haired man. "All prepared, you just need to push the button." "Existing for a long time is relative," Desmene turned to say. She didn't want to be one of those elves that spent their time demeaning humans for...

Humans always seemed to put together plans that involved destruction and death above understanding and growth. It was in their nature. Building a castle for yourself was good, knocking down everyone else's was better. "Haven't got a mirror," Desmene replied. "Polished glass isn't exactly cheap...

"Well, you all know the pay," The Duke stated. "I suggest you get on with the task as you best see fit." "You could apologise to the wizard?" Desmene said. As expected, the suggestion received no response and he left them to the corridor. Desmene turned to look at the trail of blood. "Well...

"So you fired your arch-mage..." Desmene prompted. "Yes..." replied Duke Ardlenton. He insisted on meeting the group of people who had come from far and wide to answer his request for help. He insisted on wearing his heavy chains of office too. "But when, after that falling out, he sent your...

The criminals had come out in force. It present a myriad of challenges for the elven ruin hunter. First of all she had to get past them. That could happen beyond the ruins whilst they were distracted or she would have to find a route past them underground. If she wanted to do more than observe...

Desmene was not unsympathetic to the plight of the townsfolk. It was just that she was not a sword for hire. No matter how much skill she possessed with the blade - barely a fraction of her father's skill - it was her attitude that differed from Draedamyr. She didn't use her blade to win...