dilemma

Kaz sat hunched over in the corner of the dimly lit tavern. He towered over the other patrons but his body was a mixture of grace and raw power, honed through years of survival. A mug of ale, thick with the scent of bitter barley and hops, was gripped tightly in his massive hand, the amber...

"We are not. Doin this." Zael glared at his fellow Initiates. Three of them, at least. There had been just the faintest noise coming from the foliage and Zael had surreptitiously gone there, thrust his hand into the bush, and tossed out the culprit who now lay on the forest floor among the...