Chapter 4
The Gleave Family Lodge
The Gramarye Region
Grand Quillia
June 1856
The room fell silent as Hilt finished his story. He never disclosed his name throughout the tale and at one point, when Beasley had looked like he may rouse himself from his dozing, Hilt’s voice grew quieter. The fire was now just embers, and even Mandell, who had entered after the story had started, had held his tongue.
“Have you ever been back?” Elena asked.
“Why would I go back? There’s nothing to see but corpses and dust.”
“I’ve heard there are still some pockets where the paralysing floor is still active, and catches people as if it had just been cast that day,” said Pinkerton, shaking his head.
“That is a truly sad tale,” Rickenbacker commented, “and my heart goes out to you.”
Hilt looked at Ricke
