“I love the scent of the market in the morning,” he said. How long had she spent among these soft, comfortable cowards, crammed within their walls like maggots inside a-Īhead of her, Brock took in an obnoxiously loud sniff of the air, interrupting her thoughts. Makiva had met some of the best and worst people that Terryn had to offer. She’d even witnessed the Day of Dangers firsthand, and the many atrocities that people were capable of, after the illusion of civilization had been dispelled from their world. She’d hunted wolves with the northern orcs and enjoyed a meal of fragrant cheeses in a halfling hillhouse. She’d seen the dwarves of Dragnacht forge their rune-enchanted blades-a secret no outsider had ever beheld. She’d walked the royal courts of both human and elven capitals. She had known so many of them in her long lifetime. Thin, tawny fingers-Zed’s fingers-brushed the scepter that was sheathed at her side. She watched with eyes that were not her own. Makiva stood in the crowded market, gazing across a crush of people. Visit For David-guildmaster, advocate, and friend
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