His bags from his horse were already piled on a low table near the bed, and in the corner of the room was the promised tub, still steaming with hot water.  A large fluffy towel was situated on a stool next to the tub, along with a small ceramic dish with a bar of soap. ...Read More

“Well,” Kitalia remarked drily.  “Only one of you is right.  As a man cannot die twice.” “He could if he faked his death,” Kre said, thinking hard about the topic.  “Maybe you only thought you saw Ser Terync die and he really fled to Mintas to live out the rest of his days in hiding. ...Read More

This evening seemed to be a series of furiously heated conversations punctuated by brief moments of contemplative silence.  This, however, was one of those heated moments. “Yes,” Kre snapped.  “I killed him.  I killed Ser Sandiscoot.  He is dead by my hand.  I slew him.  I murdered him.  He is no longer with us because...Read More

Red leaned forward, clearly interested.  “A Dragon Knight?  Truly?” Kre nodded and Red tapped at her chin.  She looked over at Kitalia, “Did you know this?” “It was in the court documents,” the younger woman replied.  “The ones that I have offered to let you read at least three times now.”  She raised her pack...Read More

Red’s eyes darkened a bit, coming dangerously close to matching the fire of her hair.  “Out in a place like what?  In this place only fit for the savage and lawless?  Slumming it with the dregs of society? “You’ve met the Rangers, so Daisy tells me.  How did they treat you?  Do you believe that...Read More

“None of those louts upstairs do either,” Red laughed.  “I don’t charge for the services I provide, though I do ask that my guests help out when necessary and to maintain the sanctity and secrecy of this place.  Guests that fail to adhere to a few simple rules like that are asked to leave, such...Read More

There was a brief awkward pause after Red’s response.  Kre hadn’t expected so much openness from her and was still sort of processing her words when Kitalia let go of his hurt hand. “There,” she said sternly.  “That baby cut of yours has stopped bleeding.  You can stop crying about it now.”  She moved away...Read More

Red looked him over and laughed, “And yet, you wear that ugly cloak that they used to make all criminals wear.  That practice really is antiquated, and no wonder.  That burnt orange color is really atrocious and forcing someone to wear it should be considered a crime in and of itself.” “He speaks the truth...Read More

“Gumption,” Red smirked, “I wouldn’t have expected him to have that trait.”  She waved a dismissive hand at the cart behind her invitingly.  “Help yourself.” “It does pop up occasionally,” Kitalia said with a nod.  “If he did not have that inner fire, so to speak, he would probably still be at that cabin trying...Read More

“Just get in here,” the same voice called out, obviously exasperated.  “Is he always like this?” “Yes, he is,” Kitalia responded as he pushed the door open.  “It is sometimes endearing, that naïve innocence of his, but it is more often than not frustrating.”  She flashed a quick, friendly smile back at Kre as she...Read More