“Little elf man! Some help here!” Boss lady shouted. Solon glanced over the top of his book. Oh. Right. They were fighting. Solon carefully put his book away. The party was being swarmed by goblin mob
“You call this mead?” Jack-Louie asked. How could one not find good mead among the dwarves? The dwarven barkeep’s red face burned hotter. “You insulting my mead, halfling?” Jack-Louie took another swi
This was a priority message. The recipient could do anything to the messenger boy to keep the message secret. That usually meant killing the messenger boy. But those were Harun’s orders. He’d do his d