By David C. Daoust Chut was dumbstruck. The old women were just milling around, all the while the doggie was barking endlessly at the hole in the ground. He felt like he knew where the pups head was at, but…

By David C. Daoust Chantilles breathed a sigh of relief once the pacing ‘Dark elf’ finally turned and left the room. She was pretty sure the moody elfess had been waiting for Chantilles burns to fully heal. Where she’d slipped…