“Allow the wind to move past you, old friend, while we wait for your servant to return. There is much that must be said, and so little time to express it all.”
The old abbot smiled sadly and nodded. None of the other monks moved from their positions around me, and the armed warrior never took his eyes from my face, nor once relaxed from his vigilance. Nor did I expect them to. They knew their duty and they would accomplish the deed of exterminating me the moment their abbot gave the word. But for now, one and all were content to hear me speak. I did not hesitate.
I told them all that had that had fallen upon shoulders. I left nothing out. I told them of my yearlong service defending the Baron Anktooth from the onslaught of the Hartooth hordes. I told them of the old baron’s request I pla
