A Solstice Feast
“...I tried to wound it with arrows, of course, but its shell deflected all of them.” Iarion’s fingers twitched as if itching to handle the bow and battered quiver slung over his shoulder as he spoke.
The elf had launched into an elaborate tale of his exploits among the Sea Elves as he and Barlo traveled the Great North Road to pass the time as they walked south from Dwarfwatch. The air was chill and clear, but the sky above them was a solid mass of gray. Barlo gave the looming clouds a sour look. They were full of snow, no doubt.
If it can just hold off until we reach Nal Huraseadro...
A single white flake spiraled downward to land on his long, brown beard that was already flecked with matching white and gray hairs. He glared at it until it melted.
“Alfiabalas threw
