Thursday, July 21
Cast Upon Tides of Weal and Woe - Prologue
Amalia harrumphed and followed the priest with a swirl of his cloak. Broled fell in step behind next to Zainat. "Vhy is Amalia so angry?"
"Because she's insecure?" he responded.
"She's angry," Neyadis said softly behind them, "because if too much powder goes through a gate, it explodes."
Zainat spat in front of Broled as the man's eyes widened.
"Powder for vhat?" Broled said after a moment.
Zainat patted the blackwood stock and mother-of-pearl handle of his flintlock hanging from a holster on his belt. "Altherian secret. You'll find out soon enough." [MORE]
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