“Stew?”
Famke looked up at the proffered bowl. It looked tiny in the hand of the Targ woman holding it. Famke nodded and accepted the wooden bowl.
“Thank you, Torvi,” Famke said. “I do find myself a bit...
“Your assignment is to observe and report only,” Director Ballentine said, emphasizing the qualifier. “As a Sentinel, you are the eyes and ears of the Society. You are not prepared or able to defend yourself against a cleric, mage, or...
You will witness marvels only the Mage Kings themselves could hope to challenge. You will laugh as you did when you were child, and fear for the lives of my daring performers.
Torvi Ulfrigdottir stood with the other women of the village, shivering in the bitterest of winds. She grasped the furs tightly around her, but it did little to stop the wind’s bite. She was only a few days past the birth of her child,...