The Enchanted Mishaps of Elric Thorne
ss, a Pickpocket, a
ow to lie convincingly and the walk of s
el both enchanted and mildly terrified. She sipped her drink delicately, but he was certain s
r finger around the rim of h
to sit taller, only to knock over a candle with his elbow. His s
said, not botherin
actly? Thief? Spy? Trav
"Let's just say I'm
tried to read her expression, but she was far too g
asked, as though she hadn't just stolen
ecy," he
the third this week. One guy told me a talking mushroo
ened. "You m
d her head
marble halls, gripping a scroll with teeth marks on it. It was a royal notic
personal theory? She ran off to avoid marrying him. Which was fa
inn, soup shop, and shady alleyway. She's probably weari
s Miraleth herself-was currently arm-wrest
ng you're hiding somet
won t
attempt by Elric to flirt using a necromancy pun ("Are you an undead? Because my hear
im. "You're not bad
ed. "Thanks
attached. I'm
hy
e I'd rather not get pie to the fac
een the eyes. From the shadows stepped a trio of heavily a
em yelled, pointing at Mi
whipped cream
ewhere impressively hidden, and mutte