The thick pillow on the ground wasn't what Karl expected, but it was more comfortable than it looked. Bill poured each of them a generous serving of what smelled like Northlands whiskey, setting the dark green tumblers on the table between them. An earthy scent Karl couldn't identify drifted from a bronze pyramid on the table.
It was hard to believe he'd just walked through the outskirts of Waldron's Gate rather than into some exotic land from an old storybook. They each held their glasses high.
"To adventure!" Bill said with a wicked half grin Karl couldn't help returning.
"And to routine," Karl said.
"Indeed. Now, what brings you to my most humble camp?"
"I don't know if I'd call it humble," Karl said. "It's certainly one of the more organized camps these days."
Bill laughed and po
