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It was another rainy night in the city of Vel Anir. Under the darkness, the denizens of the streets walked to and fro, rode on horseback or in wagon, gathered together in their homes or even lingered under garden alcoves to escape the rain. For one person in particular, a visitor rather than a...

The markets were alive with activity that day, nothing unusual given the inhabitants and the traders and travelers passing through. The locals wanted their meats and cheeses, fruits and vegetables, visitors wanted to buy and sell wares and restock on supplies, hunters their hides and smiths...

They called this tavern The Threatened Trumpet, which was something of a misnomer to at least more than one inhabitant. The music within it, a band of live musicians given to a stage where they played instruments, included everything but the trumpet. The violin was in their hands, the lute too...

It shouldn't have gotten to this point, at least not for the noble house that had started their war with Nacola. Sure, she was hunting on their land, taking their resources, but to her boundaries meant nothing. What started as a small reward to capture the savage woman, exploded to a much...