CHAPTER 7
Treachery is a bitter wine
Sipped by confused souls filled with blinding pain.
-FROM THE BOOK OF ST. ALBANS-
She came running to the Mauk with beaming elation written all over her child’s face and joy filling her heart. Leaping into the paladin’s arms she threw her tiny arms around his neck and began smothering the crusty old Mauk with a barrage of kisses. From both souls I felt the stout bonds of loyalty and love emanating from each.
The child was filled with joy. Small, even petite for a Dragon child of seven or eight, Ursala was unique in a number of ways. But perhaps the most visible of her differences was the soft pearl white color of her skin. Unlike any other clansman she was monochromatic in color. The pure whiteness was not marred by a second color. All clansmen, bo
