Muster~
Tobias Buchanan
Rosemarsh
Tremoon, 4418
As soon as Tobias’ boots hit the porch at Rosemarsh, he sent Duck to haul the old dining table out of the barn. It would fit nicely in his study once he sawed it down and wedged it against the bookcases. He needed a war room, and the old table that had served so many of those coming and going from under his protection through the years was as good a start as any.
It was the challenge Malatchee and the council had set for him. Muster his rangers and help guard the borders against Laradian incursions. He’d jumped at the opportunity to secure his Rhynns a place in the Este Nation. And he was more than ready to be done with the damned slavers and soldiers creeping up into his land.
He’d barely hung his hat when his least favorite nene strol
