Chapter 2 -Trog The sign above the inn said “The Green Scorpion”. I was the first one inside. It smelled like mead and dried leaves. I didn’t hate the smell, but didn’t love it either. It was dimly lit. The staff hadn’t lit up the night torches, but the clouds and the snow blocked outContinue reading “Edreimlecheth’s First Christmas (P2 of 5)”
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