The Legral and the Mayor

A sharp rap on the door disturbed his ponderings. “Come.” Lutan, his scribe, opened the door. “I have Mayor Ledlattle awaiting sir. Shall I show him in?” Just what I need. Ericon sighed and waved a dismissive hand. “I suppose you must.” The scribe, with a sympathetic smile, saluted and left. Moments later the Mayor …

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Garrick – a snippet from Gorig Cross

Sweat ran down the huge muscled back leaving damp trails in the sooty grime that covered the hard skin. The man hammered rhythmically, each well-timed beat forcing the glowing metal into shape. The pulsing loud chimes of metal on metal echoed around the forge and beyond. It was an honest comforting sound. A whispered word …

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