“What did somebody do, hand him the One Stone, Luxullian?” Columba asked, gazing with the rest of them toward the south, where a deep, black cloud filled half the sky, the erupting volcano at Warlock"s Mount a flickering orange point on the Halfmoon Sea.
“Pray to the Gods that that doesn"t happen,” Minette said, her hand working its way into her pocket, her heart-shaped diamond aglow through the cloth of her breeches.
that“The Almighty Scribe will rend his scroll apart if Travert Crepitans Pictor gets a hold of Luxullian,” Samshad Woodwright said, his axe blade glinting with its own internal fire. As a member of the Lumber Guild, he had been bestowed the magic of woodshaping and the axe to do it with. He looked to his two companions, as though to ask, “What now?”
Columba considered.
Th
