Hoping that the intruder, possibly plural Kre suddenly realized, was still on the other side of the house, Kre decided to make a dash for the bedroom. It was just the next door down from the den he was currently in. Though he hadn’t been invited to explore much of this specific house, Cooter’s home...Read More

Climbing through the window brought Kre into Cooter’s small den, where the older man kept his few books on a low shelf alongside a small desk. Kre wasn’t sure why Cooter even had a desk since he never seemed to write any letters to anyone and he always read his books in the sitting area...Read More

After a while of walking up the road towards his own house, about halfway there, Kre noticed a medium-sized animal trotting off along the side of the hill. It seemed to perceive him at that same moment and both parties paused for a moment, looking at each other in the dull violet light of the...Read More

Kre swallowed the next words he had been ready to say and thought for a moment. A long moment. “The other night, I thought I saw someone walking around the house. Not close, about a stone’s throw away, but he… or she must have circled a few times. I was nearing the crossroads and it...Read More

The small talk passed back and forth for a while until finally Kre saw a slight opening in Cooter’s line. ‘It’s probably a trap,’ Kre thought to himself. He looked over the map again taking a moment to see what possible counter movements Cooter could make. Not seeing any for several moves, he shifted one...Read More

Asking Cooter about anything that the old man wasn’t ready to talk about was an exercise in futility. Still, Kre made the attempts every now and again if just to see if the older man would let something slip about his life before ranching. Stepping up to the gate, Kre tripped the latch and heard...Read More

Kre stopped at a couple of the other tables to exchange short pleasantries with other friends and their families. Most of the families in the town treated Kre like a foster son. His parents were stationed on the Northern Shore as part of the Jayde Line, the northernmost point that the humans were able to...Read More

The night of Secondday, most of the town had turned out to hear the minstrel play his final performance at the Lodge. It wasn’t that he was particularly great. In fact, there were at least two townspeople that could play the harp more beautifully and over a dozen that could put the visiting minstrel’s singing...Read More

The third arbiter placed a hand on Braun’s shoulder to still him (which only annoyed him further), and sighed. “You are correct Master Prandell, but that’s not what the court means by ‘accused by the public’. When a person is accused of a criminal offense, it is said that they have committed the act against...Read More

“Guilty with a punishment of forty years of labor service in the City of Sandort,” called out a weaselly-nosed man with a partial sneer. “That’s very generous given that it is the minimum sentence we can impose for two counts of murder.” The room erupted with hisses and boos, which only seemed to make the...Read More