About a league down the road, Alastor heard a familiar noise. Braying mules. He ran up to the crest of…

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