The One Rider (Ashandor Chronicles) - Plot & Excerpts
Elves and men shall stand as one to quell the evil mystery.” -Elven Prophecy translated by Cloath the storyteller Skarson sat at his writing table. He took his pipe from the mantle and lit it. Shadows from a candle danced across his face, the flame flickering in the constant draft blowing through the old house. Dipping his pen in ink, Skarson began to write. The quill’s scratching reminded him of mice scurrying across a wooden floor. The storyteller wrote in a long flowing hand on yellowed paper, his quill drinking from the well of black ink at regular intervals. Blotting the paper, he read what he had written, folded the letter, poured on a bit of wax from the candlestick, and sealed the note with his ring. He tucked the letter in his pocket and slid the dagger in his belt before donning his cloak. Skarson checked on Cortain. He was in a deep sleep induced by the effects of the healing tea. Satisfied, the old man let himself out.
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