Drown in the torrent! DROWN! *ahem* I've always believed if you're not sweaty, braindead and bedraggled by the time you've finished writing a piece, you're doing it wrong. ;-) (View Post)

Downstairs, Laisha finished her third glass of wine and wiped her mouth. Despite the busy Inn, the raucous chatter had died down to a hush, most of the inhabitants having long taken to their bedrolls… (View Post)

Upstairs, Montaron was schooling Imoen in the art of snooping into people's room without being conspicuous at all. “C'mon, girlie, it's for the good of your pointy-eared friend down there,” the halfl… (View Post)

Laisha bought her own drinks then, for her and her companions. They deserved a taste of wine and ale after an assassination attempt, she thought, smiling as she pictured Winthrop and Gorion both scow… (View Post)

Inside, the Inn was bustling despite the late hour, drinkers of all description keeping the barmaids run ragged. A cry came up from the back of the room as a few heads turned their way. “Hoy! 'ere co… (View Post)