Chapter 11: The Hungry Wildcat.
The afternoon sun had grown languid, slanting through the windows of the Adventurers’ Guild and illuminating every mote of dust […]
The afternoon sun had grown languid, slanting through the windows of the Adventurers’ Guild and illuminating every mote of dust […]
The rain in Ordis finally stopped on the day Vera left. The guild carriage waited at the back gate. Vera
The next morning in Ordis, a fine drizzle fell. When Hill woke, the bed beside her was already empty. Only
The bathroom was filled with suffocating steam. This bathroom on the second floor of the dormitory was outrageously luxurious. The
Ordis Adventurers’ Guild, eight o’clock in the evening. This was the rowdiest hour of the day. The massive oak doors
Although she now had a luxurious dormitory and perfect logistical support, Hill had not forgotten that she was, first and
Morning light, carrying a touch of lazy warmth, slipped through the heavy velvet curtains in thin golden threads across the
The moving process turned out to be far quicker than Hill had imagined. Or rather, the pitiful amount of belongings
West District, Old Oak Inn. This was a three-story wooden building that seemed ready to fall apart at any moment.
The road back to the city wasn’t particularly long, but for Hill, it felt like a grueling test of willpower.