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Chapter Four: Visitors of the Night That night Brisen, Leana, and Corum sat around a long stone table with the red haired dwarf Oghren seated at the head of the table. The table was covered with mutton, wine, ale, deep mushrooms, and other vegetables. Brisen's eyes were wide when she came into the dinning room and she muttered a soft 'wow' under her breath. Corum smiled at the elf's face as he took his place on Oghren's right side. Brisen sat down a crossed from Corum and Leana sat next to Brisen. Oghren walked into the dinning room grumbling and muttering under his breath. Brisen wasn't sure weather she should stand our just remain sitti

Chapter Three: The City of Stone After a week the trio reached the two stone sculptures of paragons that guarded the entrance to Orzainmar. Brisen had the hood of her shawl covering her head and the other two had cloaks. The cold air of the Frost Back Mountains chilled Brisen's bones and made her uneasy. If it was this cold above the mountain then what would it be like miles beneath the ground? Corum was many paces ahead of both sisters so they were able to talk without being interrupted. Brisen leaned close to Leana, "After we restock and get a map we'll ditch him," Brisen as she pointed to Corum. Leana looked at the back of the Prin

Chapter Two: In Which the Talbis Sisters Flee When the girls arrived at their home Brisen knew something was wrong. The Allienage was quite and no one was in the streets. Brisen held up her hand for her sister to stop and surprisingly Leana stopped. "What's wrong?" Leana asked as she looked around. Brisen slowly approached the door and reached into her boot and slowly removed a knife with a sliver incurved hilt. The knife was her mothers, one of the ones she went to save in the fire. Brisen nodded to Leana which signaled that she was going to slip into the house. Slowly Brisen started to work the lock with the tip of her knife until it ga

Prologue "You knew her didn't you, the girl on fire?" The tavern wench asked the hooded man in the corner. The man looked up at the human girl. He smirked; he knew people would soon be wondering about the girl on fire. The man took down is hood and smiled at the wench, "That's a hard question. No one could ever truly know her, not even I. But I knew what everyone knew, what was on the outside." The wench shook her head of fire red hair and folded her arms over her chest, "Everyone knows you knew her, you knew her better than anyone else." The man chuckled lowly, "You my dear are persistent, and you remind me of her." "Don't avoid the