Blood, Glory and Honor?
Bjorke and Norgoth sat side by side in the Guild hall, silent, brooding and drinking heavily. Truitt came in to see if he was needed, took one look at them, turned around and left. He wasn’t paid enough for that type of combat.
“We should have told them. They are our Blood Guard; we should have at least told them.” Her voice was tired and weary. Instead of curling into her own chair by the fire, she had chosen the straight, hard chair at the table. Norgoth sat in the matching chair, leaning his elbows on the table. The candle light etched the lines into his face and as Bjorke looked at him, she could tell the evening had taken a toll on him, as well. Read the rest of this entry »
