The nobles' quarters in the east wing of the palace were her looting ground. A dark and chilly place. A closed-door, silk-carpeted, rat-rustling sort of place, where fortunes lay around for the taking. King Kylock-Borc bless his dark little soul was having so many of the old nobles impaled, behea...
He was aware of someone moving around the room, and as a reflex he went for his knife; it wasn't there. "This what you're looking for?" The boy held it out for Tawl to take. "By Bore! How did you get in here?" Tawl was annoyed at being caught off guard--and by a mere boy no less. "Easy as can be,...
Every part of his still small body was intent upon willing Tawl to pick up the letter, but he didn't. The knight-for Tawl would never be anything except a knight to Nabber-walked away from the letter and never looked back. A very real pain constricted Nabber's heart and a very real tear fell down...