ZILLAH — Royal Rose inn, Lhangessa
Outside, the distinct trample of the city watch. Squirrel twitches to his feet. Alix throws an apprehensive glance. I’m on my feet too, not quite knowing why, but I’ve drawn my swords. 912 more words
We’re back at the cursed crater. The one where Calwyn was killed by Ammonite.
That odd local fellow, Squirrel, has accompanied us, along with two of his friends, Xolra and Ragal, who were the ones to approach us and persuade us to return. 847 more words