About a league down the road, Alastor heard a familiar noise. Braying mules. He ran up to the crest of…
A Sleepless Night
Gathering his wits about him, Alastor climbed down the tree and darted to the dead molly. Catching sight of the…
Wolves’ Tracks
Alastor continued the journey, steadily leading his mules deeper into the wooded country, further than he had ever ventured. He…
A Welcomed Rest
‘You will not get to meet your friend, the ore merchant,’ said Theron. ‘He came by two days ago and…
The Danger Passes, for now
The howling died and the wolf attack did not materialize. The mules relaxed, and even Iola, the homing pigeon, tucked…