Summer 965 MC
Lord Creighton, Earl of Riverhurst, stared out across the uncharacteristically still waters of the Windstorm Depths. "Incredible, isn"t it?"
His aide, Camden, strained to see what had captivated his master. "My lord?"
"This lake," explained the earl.
Camden scratched his head. The earl could be fickle at times, and the aide had to wonder if the young noble wasn"t touched in some way by the Gods. "If you say so, my lord."
Creighton sighed, turning to face his companion. "You are my aide, not a servant. As such, I expect you to have opinions."
"Certainly, sir. What opinion would you like me to have?"
"Never mind." The earl turned from the lake and began walking back towards the camp. The army of Riverhurst had marched, and now, almost a month later, they waited on the sh
