“And so,” The Tale Teller said, pausing only for a moment to take a sip of ale, “Jack, after completing his first mission, returned with . . .
And so, with the Laurence issue dealt with, Jack spent his afternoon with Clarrett. He told her of his projects, of his life, of getting . . .
“So Jacks standing in front of the recruiter of the Thieve’s Guild. What happens?” He joins of course. They find him more than eligible. All . . .
The Tale Teller arrived at the Tinkerer’s Tap, the main tavern in the nearest little settlement of Quent. Despite its size the town had two . . .
“I always have time for one who enjoys stories as much as I. So, on that basis, you are more than welcome.” And with that, . . .
You don’t understand. But then again, how could you? The perpetual sound of more than a thousand pieces of clockwork ticking as one. That subtle . . .
Upon leaving the tavern and the group of children, he couldn’t help but sigh. That was a tale he’d first told long ago. The Tale-Teller, . . .
The Tale-Teller sat down on the barstool in the corner of the inn, the man making more of a protesting groan than the stool. The . . .