![]() ![]() To earn that concession, I had to promise to never again put quill to parchment in such a manner. Whatever folk say about our elf, she’s not actively wicked … Well, not unless provoked, and I’ll admit I sailed a bit close to the wind on this one. She hauled me back up in the end, you’ll be pleased to know. I was in a bit of a pickle, as you might say, what with the other four having gone off to kill a few ratties in Helmgart, and my lads all having the good sense not to bother Kerillian when she’s in one of her moods. Nor did she pay much heed when I explained that I often make notes in the form of a prose poem, and that what she took as being – and I quote – “a balladic romance achingly offensive in its naivete, and demeaning to all concerned” was merely a form of code I employ in my spymasterly duties. I tried telling Kerillian that Sienna had committed one or two embellishments along the way, but she wouldn’t listen. The next thing I know, I’m hanging out over the cliff edge with a none too sturdy rope about my ankles, the other end lashed to a tree, and a decidedly displeased elf partway along, with a dagger against the hemp and an unhappy look in her eye. The “someone” in question was Sienna, and the “something” was a bit of innocent speculation about how Kerillian seems to be softening to Kruber now he’s cognisant of his Bretonnian heritage. Seems someone prowling around in my journal got the wrong end of the stick about something I’d written. Well, that’s an experience I wouldn’t want to repeat any time soon. ![]()
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