Picture, if you will, the faun.
Great ending for this chapter... but it’s a little bit disorienting because we don’t really have an introduction to the main character, someone to ground us and pull us into the story.
Even the valorous quailed, for that night in Anahor the dead walked once again.
I’m not sure if you noticed that you repeated that he was not a brave man.
So, the old man and the thief aren’t main characters, then?
He is not a brave man, or so he reflects as he sits resting his head against the door, his hands dripping vital crimson to blot the grey stones of the street.
Wait... what about the old man?
and he had wondered if his life would amount to nothing more, his legacy no more than a story half-told by the blood- and rust-stained armour he would leave behind.
