The Dauntless Rook (§.06)

Continued from §.05. Volfsige sat nervously within the shaded drawing room in lower eastside, wracked by his recent failure. Hands wringing the expensive cutlery as a rider might his brydel. The blond man opposite the cutthroat lit up a cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke above the table before breaking the silence. "Theed given… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.06)