march lords

The Cat's Whisker Inn, at the eastern edge of the Allir Reach A pound of flesh and bone against old worn wood. A clatter of tin cups, and a splash of drink that sprayed across old dyed robes of purple, "Then we have no deal, Master Ahronov, it is as simple as that," Ahronov sat across from the...

From Within the Eastern Study of Damasque Hold "Ah, You've arrived," came a voice from across the study. The armored guard that had escorted the high risk courier through the estate looked the vagabond for hire over one last time. Grunt, and jut his chin toward the young master. "Go on then,"...