Twenty years on from the dissolution of the ancestral monarchy and the bitter civil war that followed, the white stone city of Nahol lies peaceful. But while mortals vie for power, the magics that comprise the very world of Enai begin to stir.
Another recurring thought popped into his mind as he sucked saltwater out of his moustache – why bother hauling this stuff across the ocean when you could just scoop a handful out of the sea? He caught a whiff of the sailor next to him; by the Six, you could just wring it out of a mariner’s armpit.
Another recurring thought popped into his mind as he sucked saltwater out of his moustache – why bother hauling this stuff across the ocean when you could just scoop a handful out of the sea? He caught a whiff of the sailor next to him; by the Six, you could just wring it out of a mariner’s armpit.
“Perhaps I could trade him for a more mature replacement. Any six year old would suffice.” “I am wounded, Rhia.” He had closed his eyes and was looking nothing of the sort.
