Tag: I had to let the Oracle make at least one mystic pronouncement

  • 2.29 – Unweaving

    2.29 – Unweaving

    The sky was still pink when the younger apprentice woke father and son with a hand on their shoulders. As they sat up she placed a bowl of the same nut mash they had been eating in their hands and then, as quietly as she’d arrived, slipped back towards the dias where the three elves […]

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