Chapter Five: Skark’s House

Sorcerer - Valendron
A fairly representative sorcerer for Hross? Blood will tell, though.

Hross indeed had to jog to keep up with Bevulf’s long, swift strides. So much so that he kenned little of the sights on the way to Skark’s house. As with Eirvit, who was making much of the same trip just behind him, however, he was aware of the scent of spoiled fish that gave way to a fresher breeze as they neared the rope bridge to Deadeye Rock. Then, passing it, he became aware of another smell, something quite strong but fairly pleasant. Continue reading