By David C. Daoust Night had fallen, despite the monks usually being ‘early to bed’ types, this night, they all stood about the abbey’s courtyard, pleased Khadory was home and healthy. Brommus listened silently as Khadory relayed his morning to…
By David C. Daoust The small group of riders approached at a saunter. At the lead was the baron himself, to his right, the Pound Keep (Chantilles’ father). At their back, a group of men-at-arms, each armed and armored as…