Taking Stock
Auralis had invited Bjorke to accompany her to Niles’ home in Hillsbrad. With him dead, his property needed to be dealt with. His servants, accustomed to his long absences, had merely carried on as usual. Auralis planned to sell most things, using the money to pay the servants. Whatever was left would go to the Church.
“Unless you want it, B. After all, you have as much right to it as I do.”
Bjorke shook her head. “I don’t want it.” This surprised both of them. Bjorke turning down money? She shook her head again, emphasizing her decision. She’d taken enough. Read the rest of this entry »
Time for Sleep
It was shortly after midnight when Auralis started yawning. “I’m not used to late nights, I’m afraid.” She pulled Bjorke to her for a goodnight hug. Bjorke returned the embrace as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Bjorke headed to Ironforge, then out to Dun Morogh, to give Hero some exercise. She chuckled as she watched him chase rabbits in a merry game. They would certainly be easy prey if he were hungry, but he just wanted to play. When the game was over, Hero lay in the snow, his fur white, panting. She whistled for him, and he bounded over to her, shaking the snow from his fur.
Bjorke paused before heading inside the city, looking East towards Loch Modan. Was Edrick enjoying the crisp, clear night? Smiling, she turned, and went to her room. Bjorke took the time to build a fire, warding off the chill in the air. Winter was coming early to Dun Morogh. She pulled the dossier from her bag, and laid it on the fire, watching as the papers curled in the flames, ignited then turned to ash. Niles was dead. His life of corruption did not need to taint his daughter. Either one of them. Read the rest of this entry »
