A Day in the Life
He was used to her daily routines by now. Each day, up at dawn for a run. Instead of heading down to Stranglethorn, she went through the Wetlands now, wanting to stay close to home. Then, a check on messages and business at the Guild hall. The Auction House was the next order of business. There was no pressing need to sell or buy, but it seemed only a need to occupy her time.
Truitt hovered nearby, ready in case she bellowed for him again. He dreaded telling her each day there was no news: not of Edrick, nor of Jiv’undus, nor the baby. And now that Sorowyn and Avatarak were gone, presumably hunting the child themselves, he had even less news to report. Every few days, a tracker would arrive, either to be hired, or fired. Most of them left running, followed by a loud string of cursing, and the occasional knife thrown in their direction. The doorframe of the Guild hall was scarred with gouges from her knives. She never hit anyone – always the door frame. He knew from experience that she was hitting her intended target. “Bad for business to kill the employees,” she had chuckled at him, long ago. Read the rest of this entry »
