The voices were muffled, but urgent. If his sleep hadn’t been fitful, Isaac might not have heard them at all. But he woke–he wasn’t sure what time, only that it must have been the middle of the night–to a conversation which was clearly heated, the tones stabbed with accusation and anger. Continue reading →

Sometimes, Garridan would receive visitors at the Wayward Inn. His clients. But he had never shown up with somebody in tow. Whenever he returned, he returned alone. This new development sent a ripple of unease among the regulars. Continue reading →

“Akura’a!”

She was shaken from her slumber and met with a familiar face made strange, partly by her drowsiness and partly by the worry that seized it. It was Karkori’i’s. Continue reading →