The Country of Amiss
Chapter 3 The Country of Amiss “Keep the dancer on the honeysuckle, Bring me mead, mead, mead. Dance fey, dance fairy, dance sprite.” Book 1, set 2 Tasren lay in the slightly small bed for a few minutes and savored the aroma coming to his still dreaming mind. He still saw Leeann bathed in white light with a half dozen kobolds kneeling in front of her. Combine that with the odors of fresh ham on the skillet, rich yellow eggs, and fresh-baked nut bread baking in a stone oven, and it pretty much put Tasren, if for only a fleeting moment, in bliss. However, then he realized he had to pee. He threw off the blankets and went to the chamber pot to relieve himself. This awoke Thomas and the first words out of his mouth; indeed, they were the first words out of his mouth every morni
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