Composed by Kaiter Enless.
Continued from §.04. After the concert had concluded, Blythe, Boyce, Kyne and Adair returned to the clerk whose visage bore the marks of considerable nervousness. "Ilhayl, my lords. I regret to inform ye there has been a theft." "What was riven?" Inquired Adair evenly. "Thy coat, my comitem." Boyce laughed, "Broadly, fortune smiles." The clerk… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.05)