Roebin Featherwind
Uninspired? Melgan gave a sour scowl, clearly just offended enough to forget himself. What, was he supposed to just make up something stupid? Tell him there's three spriggans at the bottom having a nice tea party? Damn all these dead people he kept running into. Never could...
Roebin Featherwind
Melgan gawked at Roebin for another few seconds before finally clamping his mouth shut. Gears turned in his head, albeit slowly. Still trying to get back on schedule now that the initial fright was wearing off. Featherwind. Knight Master of the Loch. Yes. Right. He knew...
Roebin Featherwind
Melgan screamed in that brief, sharp way surprised people often do, tripping over himself immediately when he attempted to jerk away from the sound of Roebin’s voice.
He rolled quickly onto his back, and looked poised to start scrambling away when he saw it was only a...
ASTENVALE MONASTERY
WISHING WELL
“Come on, come here, yes…” Melgan led his horse forward, bringing him close enough to a barren tree that looked sturdy enough. He tied the reins around it and gave the old nag a pat on the head, “See? Fine. All fine. Wait here.”
The horse snorted and turned its...
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