Columba stared at the Baron Marl Gneiss and didn"t see him.
How could I have fallen dupe so easily to the Necromancer Pictor, Lord of the Black Arts and King of the Underworld, feaster upon dead flesh and fornicator of it too?
Sage Riverford stood and looked south, where beyond a thin veil of palm frond and fern branch, an inferno pumped ash and smoke and burning rock into an already blackened sky.
He turned to the Baron Marl Gneiss and bowed. “Forgive me my presumption and suspicion, Lord Baron. You have done me and Swordshire—indeed all three kingdoms—an inestimable service.” Columba looked at both Skarn and Minette. “A service that invites forgiveness and redemption. Lord Baron, I for one will gladly petition the Lord High Adept Hornsfels to lift his edict and restore your lands, alt
