In the corner near the door sat Lucius, who raised a few couple fingers as a small greeting. I hate seagull with a fiery passion.”
“You have no passion, Holmes, remember?”
“I’m passionate about plenty of things, like how my shoulders are going to start bleeding if I have to wear this armor for another minute.”
“That one, I can agree with. XXX The last of the light faded, immersing Colbrand in darkness. I’m starving.”
“I’ve been pecking around here and there, but if you’re offering…”
“Fine, consider it a reward for your promotion, your ONLY reward.”
They found a food stall, where a merchant was selling ‘borc’, from the dwarven word for “random”. Crouching beside Frigga was another Harajin, the troupe leader, and he was holding a sickle to her throat. Those performing the spells were
