Dancing flames
Mer lays down on Mr. Dimlinn’s bed in the corner of the room. The exhaustion of our trip has gotten to her, immediately dozing off into a deep sleep. I poor myself another cup of herbal tea which Mr. Dimlinn was so kind to make for us. With the calming effect of the herbs, it is no wonder that Mer had troubles keeping her eyes open. I lean back on the cozy arm chair, sipping my tea as I take the dance of the flames up. The fire place crisps softly. “So you are planning to move to Cirrane?” His voice has become hoarse through the years. “Yes, if they are marching up to Ancia it will be easier to get into Cirrane and get Isbeil out together with the wolf shifter Klyn.” I look over to Mer. Soon she will have to use her powers to hurt others. Something I have never before expected from he
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