If Darill never saw another undead, it would be too soon. Never mind the fact that the undead had only been attacking Kadenfall for less than a week. The week had been without sun, and at this point their powers had grown weaker. They had to break the siege.

Callum set his pickaxe down on the counter. The metal ringing pleasantly as the solid weight settled itself. A sound which pleased any dwarf, but which humans had yet to learn to appreciate. Callum scowled at the humans across the counter as rubbed their ears. Not a good way to start asking for a favor.

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Dwayde raised an eyebrow and wisely kept his unimpressed expression focused on Thewyn. He hefted the lightweight, fabric from the box Airem had just delivered. “You expect me to wear this?”

I ignored everyone’s warnings the morning I marched into the Silver Vale woods. “Don’t go into the woods,” they said. “Don’t risk angering the monster. He’ll get you.” That warning was as oft repeated as any advice I’d been given, and seemed as ridiculous as being told my face would freeze if I dared a silly expression.

Merrill had been selected by the king to become his bride. A king Merrill had yet to meet in person. She hadn’t the faintest idea why he’d selected her. She had been in Taradale province leagues and leagues from the capital. Why had he chosen her? Ther question plagued her day and night.

Jimalee paced back and forth before the wall with her hands tucked behind her back, tracking one spot as she moved. A very curious spot with a door she’d never seen before. True, the emperor’s gardeners worked voraciously to clean the grounds after the court’s exile in Ternel. True, the wall had been covered in thick vines only the day before. But Jimalee had an affinity for doorways, and, even with the vines, she should have spotted the curious blue-green portal filled with sparkles and set within the solid stone.