A Worn Down Lizard
Focused on writing a letter of complaint to the current commander of the mercenary forces, Shekhar was apparently oblivious to everything around him. The scratching of his quill against the parchment stopped long enough only for him to dip it in the...
It Never Goes Smoothly
The group of mercenaries was small, only a handful of men walking through the defenses of the city. Bands of militia made up most of the backbone of Trushet's 'army', a force of men and women of many races just trying to keep their home's safe. Were it...