1. Jeorland The sea stretched on endlessly, its murky indigo-black waters lapping softly on the sharp jutting rocks below, creating a quiet splish-splash noise, the only audible sound that could be heard in the dark. The rest of the night was deadly quiet and a cold chill hung in the air. A sharp gust of wind blew and Jeorland Blackbarrow pulled his heavy dark violet cloak tighter to his chest and shifted his weight between feet. Steam blew forth from his mouth as he let out a long ...
My nostrils filled with the scent of the inn before I even opened its doors. The mead, the wine, the smoke and the lovely, wet stench of body odour. A real feast for the senses! Well, one of them anyway but I was doubtless to encounter more as I entered. As I threw back the small wooden doors I was greeted by a young woman who seemed very eager in talking to me, so naturally I assumed she was a wench and as politely as I could, shooed her off. Wouldn’t want the missis upset now would we! I could ...
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