Sorry, but it turns out Lord Karol is a shallow fop who cares for nothing but luxuries. The fate of the seclusionary means less than nothing to him, and he wouldn’t heed a warning from the First Mother if she appeared in the flesh to deliver it herself. That much had becom...
I had the opportunity to speak to him briefly as we and a party of Fists waited on horseback in the outer bailey for the Praetor to make his appearance. I was full of my own worries about the excursion ahead and the Praetor’s reassurances had done little to relieve my anxiety. A hundred Fists beh...
The half-healed wound between my neck and shoulder smarted at the memory of his arrow’s graze. We stood like that, staring at one another across the long gap, until a footfall from behind made me jump. But it was only Terrac. “What’s wrong? What are...