Chapter 18
the Winter DragonSince the battle with the Ogres in which
Rollin Ayymon came to our rescue, Clerebald had been eerily silent.
She had walked at the back of the group on the pathways to Rollin’s
cabin, the sword she took from Haran still in her hand.
“Welcome to my humble home,” Rollin
said.
His ‘humble home,’ as he called it, was a
glorified pigsty. It was in dire need of a cleaning. The décor was
a mash of cobwebs with some dirt and dead bugs thrown in. The
stench of the place was beyond description. I saw Willow gag
several times at the odors. It made my skin crawl just to look at
the place. I didn’t want to sit down anywhere for fear I would
leave with little creatures crawling all over me. You could not
help but notice many empty flasks and wine bottles. And Ay
