The Dauntless Rook (§.11)

Continued from §.10 "Mr. Dren! I say; Mr. Dren!" Oeric lowered the silver bracelet he was considering purchasing for Cerelia and turned from the market stall to behold a garishly dressed man of considerable girth with a spruce mustache glaring at him. Oeric at first thought the man was speaking to someone behind him and… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.11)

The Dauntless Rook (§.10)

Continued from §.09 Volfsige hung back, adjusting his newly acquired beige traveling coat and melting into the crowd as Oeric Adair moved deeper into the eastern bazaar, ringed by a small retinue of guards. He cursed. The minor legion would make any attempt upon the noble's life impossible. "Despite his skill, he brings such a… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.10)

The Dauntless Rook (§.09)

Continued from §.08. Aymon Degarre found Learc Demelody smoking her ever-present whale bone pipe in the ministry library, pouring through a stack of papers. Before he could get close enough to inspect the content of the pulpy pile, Learc blew a cloud of smoke towards him without removing her eyes from the items before her,… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.09)