The difference between them.
One by one, the others unfurled bedrolls, and settled down to sleep. Binni, being the youngest, and probably least affected by the loss, was first. Razor was reluctant to leave her commander, but felt sleep pulling at her.
Bjorke heard the yawn in the dark, and chuckled softly. “Get some sleep, Razor.”
“I’m alright, Marshal. I can stay with you.”
Bjorke shook her head, her face drawn and tight in the glow from the remains of the pyre. “Get some sleep.” Her voice was firm, brooking no argument. Read the rest of this entry »
A Final Duty
Leiwyn took the young elves to the town, to get them fed and settled, as ordered. She approached the Bruiser she had been told to find, and handed him a small pouch of gold coins. She hated the idea of posting a guard on them, but Bjorke had been adamant about it. Her task complete, she headed back to the stone outcropping where the others were.
Razor was in Steamwheedle, seeing about a burial gown. The tailor had one with gold threads running through it, and she negotiated a price.
LIjana and Binni scavenged the rocky areas for dried brush, and driftwood carried by the wind, gathering armloads of it. They bound the bundle with cord to carry back. Read the rest of this entry »
