negotiation

OUTSIDE THE WAYWARD REST Rain poured in relentless sheets, silvery against the light of the pale moons. In defiance of the night slim orange lights from inside the Wayward Rest issued forth. The inn was one of many of its kind in the vicinity of the thin arms of land to the west and east of...

The news of the fall of Salitra had travelled across the waves swiftly. It had not come as a total surprise to the Mchawi people, they had been watching the steady spread of this new Empire for some time now. With trade ports across the West they had been able to gather their information about...

Commander Alexandria Quinzell of the Order of the White Raven let out a deep but quiet sigh into the mug of cider she was currently nursing. It was directed at the man who sat opposite her, though he seemed completely oblivious to the slowly rising irritation of his Commander. Between them was a...