The Shadow of the Forgotten Crown

shouts of Lord Dain's guards echoed behind him, but he knew these streets better than they ever would.

when the whole damn

ad turned the clay tiles slick, and his boots skidded dangerously. Behind him,

llowed. "You're dea

in over his shoul

f rotting fish and stale ale hit him-the Drowned Rat Tavern's back alle

corner, a figure st

grey, with a blad

ir head, and the dim light caught on sharp, angular features. A woman. Her skin was deep brow

doesn't belong to you,"

"Funny, that's what

don't even know what

outs grew louder. The woman's gaze fli

e if you wan

ay to end up with a knife in your ribs. But the

led. "But if th

, darting down a side

nother volley of arrows