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Wait. That’s the wrong name. Elisa felt her heart sinking in terror. It’s meant to be Spitebane Bulwark Fortitude Whitekeep, Third of his name. Not this…
The more you try to avoid a doom, the closer it treads on your heels. Being dragged feet first into a Temple of Lost Causes wasn’t horrible.
They passed the outer gates of Whitekeep. So high up the mountain that the air was a little thinner than it should have been. Clean streets, lovely buildings. Smart guards…
And their guide was dead drunk in the cart.
Now that they were safe, Kochis was falling apart fast. He barely ate, stopped bothering with bathing at all, and sank into his wineskin like it was his only relief from the pain in his heart.
If Llorkh bandits encountered him, a Definite Whitekeep Tiefling, they would either capture or kill him and it was debatable as to which was worse.
I certainly hope you’re enjoying this simple tale of tangled hearts, conflicted interest that isn’t actually that conflicted, and two idiots who won’t reveal what they believe to be potentially fatal truths. I enjoyed writing it, that’s for certain. While a majority of romance depends entirely on the protagonists being dumber that dirt-water, at least…… Continue reading Destiny’s Fools, Part 7
Good gods, could there be any two people more in need of help?
One thing about travelling incognito, you certainly got to see all walks of life. Kormwind had learned quickly to pitch in or get left on his own.
Every time she laid hands on him to heal him, he sighed in delight. The kind of audible relief that might pay her way into some kind of paradise.