CHAPTER FIFTEEN
One day Taylor the Traveling Minstrel rode into town
His voice so smooth, his music so lovely none could frown
So talented he was everyone came to hear him from all around
One day a rumor spread, all tongues wagged unbound
They said Taylor was a king without a crown
—Taylor the Traveling Minstrel; author unknown
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lath sat at a polished table at the Sudsy Dog Inn in Misty Peaks talking to Xavier and Hurr over beers. It was still early, so they were the only ones in the empty hall. A large fire crackled in the fire pit warming the room. The weather had turned cold overnight, even for fall. High up in the Elk Mountains it was cooler than down in Sona Tuath.
Only listening to the conversation with half an ear, Flath watched Alex sitting next to him at the table and pl
