just-squire-stuff

Come my friends and sit down with me With the fire a'glow The story will grow Let us tell tales as tall as trees Memories from an Autumn Past Just outside the walls of the Astenvale Monastery, Elinyra gathered bundles of dry wood for what would soon be a crackling fire. The fire was a...

Everyone knew Wilhelm was, a little obsessive, to put it kindly. Especially when it came to his studies of the pursuits. And even more so when it came to the Pursuit of Death. Which, well, which was a problem. Squires are not supposed to mess with the pursuit of death. Not unless they are...