Lament (Scars Of The Sundering Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
The morning star he found in the fort was adequate, but it was made for a human. A more suitable weapon would be one designed for a minotaur’s height and reach. Most of the smiths in town forged weapons from iron imported from dwarven mines in the mountains south of the city and showcased their wares in stalls in the marketplace. The ringing of hammers on metal mixed with the drone of conversation as Pancras and Gisella walked the cobblestone streets of Curton. The drying mud caking the cobbles diminished the farther from the gates they trudged. Curton was a city of mostly humans, though he spotted more than a few dwarves and draks. He seemed to be the only minotaur, however. To his surprise, his appearance rated only a few cursory glances. The people of Curton seemed to be all about minding their own business. “Have you decided yet what kind of weapon you seek?” Gisella examined a broadsword while the smith prattled on about the virtues of his dwarven steel. “I’m getting too old to learn fancy sword play”—Pancras lifted the morning star he brought for comparison—“so something like this, but better built for minotaurs would be ideal.”
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