In silence, he pointed to the platter of hot bread on the other side of the Mauk. The green-and-yellow Dragon paladin slid the platter across the table toward the old Dragon and continued eating. The old Man used an ancient-looking iron blade for a knife and cut a piece of bread out of the loaf before pushing the platter away from him. But still gripping the knife in his hand, he looked up to me and casually pointed the knife at me and nodded.
“Let us eat, warriors. The night is cold. The storm is upon us. But here in my abode, we are momentarily shrouded in safety and warmth. And I must confess, it pleases me to have both Ankor Mauk and Roland of the High Crags sharing a meal with me.”
Ankor Mauk looked up from his food and eyed the old woodsMan and then eyed me in silence. The crusty o
