VOLUME TWO - WITH PRIDE
PART ONE - THE COWARDLY PALADIN
Kristof took the mug of ale that Ödön held out to him, grateful to have something to ward against the chill as they trudged through the unrelenting snow. It had become so heavy and treacherous they'd been forced to dismount and lead the horses. "Even with all this damned cold I can smell goblins."
"Scouts said there was a pack of them killed around here about a week or so ago. Even the Goddesses couldn't get rid of that stench." Ödön grimaced and gulped at his own ale. "Thankfully we're not far from Guldbrandsen now, unless we have wandered very far off course. Never thought I'd see it." He smiled faintly, his grizzled, scarred face briefly showing a hint of the handsome youth he'd once been. "Wonder if it's as impressive as everyo
