CHAPTER THREE
Corsair was so bored that he would have had no quarrel in reaching for his sword across the room and ramming it through his chest.
An hour or so after the two brothers had dried themselves off and taken a moment to enjoy their mead, they said goodbye to Rohesia and returned home to prepare themselves for their history tutorial. The area in front of the fireplace was cleared for two wooden chairs with a small table placed in front of each seat for writing. They faced away from the front door towards the dining table.
Before him stood the dreariest person he could have ever imagined.
Mr Klement was a grey wolf, the hairs of his fur coarse and rough. He was dressed modestly with only a dark coat over a white shirt and a pair of loose slacks. None of this hid the formidable b
