Sibi's attention stayed fixed on the Gnoll as most of the elders filed past her on the way out of the lodge. No outlander had set foot in Home Grove...
Again, Eshket did not answer immediately, but this time it was not for a lack of understanding. She stared at the dirt floor, and her panting breath...
One of the prime elders reached for a clay carafe, pouring some lukewarm water into a simple drinking vessel, which was passed to the Gnoll. Beyond,...
Eshket was a good deal sorer now than when their journey had begun. If it wasn't bad enough knocking into roots and stumps she couldn't properly see...
At first, the tell-tale rattle of mail put Vermillion on alert. But it wasn't the Fist this time. Wasn't anyone, given the barren tabard. Adventurer?...