Enslaved twin wolf's

and flashes me a smile. 'Hello there', he says in a smooth Sn

now. It was easier the last couple of months; he had wo

e definitely should not be. 'You ok?' he asks. I

efully plaited braids. His skin has taken on a brown tan. He wears a silk crimson coat t

nd I wonder if it is possible to

and says, 'Right. Good one there'. Quain returns with two foaming mugs of ale and

h, will you? Only Brin Dalox and Jimmy Casta wished to see you and hear news from Qarax. I'm sure a great many others feel the same way. You haven't exactly been very conversational of late', Foden says. 'Ah yes. Indeed. I've been here only three days, Foden. I'll entertain

he west wings. Dead sheep... God's peace be with us. He shudders and then looks up, like he just realised he had been speaking aloud. 'Apologies...' 'Raveners?' I

I don't hear what El

ene

stricted to the Leftydes and mostly thought of as myths. Of course, I kn

living reminder of how I fucked up last fall. Elwyn, we don't have anything. Ok? We were just drunk that night and acted on impulses we could not control. It should never have happened. At all', I say. He bristles at this. 'Is it about the farm? I could p

alf the bar is quiet now. I don't care,

ottle of malt wine. Little alcoholic content, but e

e street in little groups. They are just arriving from

nger route back to the cottage, but I have no intere