CHAPTER 24
Life, in this Realm, is but a
Short voyage compared
To the eternity that is the
river called the Netherworld.
-FROM THE BOOK OF ST. BRETAN-
Oslon was a bustling large town carved out of the rugged hill country and forests. It nestled up near the base of the towering High Kanris shield wall, protecting the mouth of one narrow trails which led up into the high country. It was a large community. The only one of size for some distance around. Even in the depths of a fierce winter people and Dragons flocked to Oslon to trade and to find ways to disperse the dreariness of long months in isolation.
From the air, setting in the saddled of my war bird, I could see rising columns of hundreds of chimneys belching smoke from roaring fires. In the air I could smell the strong aromas o
