Chapter Twenty-One
Life in Karesk
The house was bigger than some in Karesk, but certainly not palatial. A paucity of resonance spoke of absence. Casco wondered if that would change now that Huldar and he would no longer be spending their off time together.
He sank wearily onto his favorite divan, too tired to contemplate cooking as yet, and gazed at furnishings reflective of a life of travel and adventure – a cupboard he’d picked up on a trip to DuMah, low table made of variegated shara shell, bright fabrics from Hesh and a creamy white light stand made of fossilized wood he’d collected in the wilds of Manziat.
There were other mementos … a twisted twig, a sparkling blue stone, a spiky seedpod filled with wispy purple feathers, and shelves lined with crystals and books he had yet to re
