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Chapter 90: More Mouths to Feed

Chapter 90: More Mouths to Feed In Which We Keep Ending Up Back Here. ——————————————————————————————— Catamount: The next few days were filled with constant walking, following the trail to the north. Though there were no signs of hares following behind them, the refugees moved as fast as possible, stopping only when necessary to sleep for a …

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Chapter 57: Preistess

Chapter 57: Priestess In Which The Dispute Is Settled. ——————————————————————————————— Arrin Woodgreen: During the short trek to the Temple, or rather to Alvasia’s office, Soquan lags behind with Jozra. He supports her as she plods along slowly and catches her as she stumbles or trips. Although Fiarah and her party stop and wait at these intervals, …

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Chapter 56: Kirrian The Persistant

Chapter 56: Kirrian The Persistant In Which Sola Doesn’t Always Rise With The Dawn . ——————————————————————————————— Arrin Woodgreen: The two sleep through what’s left of the night and well into the morning when Kirrian arrives. They do not even wake up, in fact, when she knocks loudly on Joseph’s door. Yazeth: The mouse of the …

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Chapter 35: Turning The Tables

Chapter 35: Turning The Tables In Which A Little Action Is Better Than Words. ——————————————————————————————— Yazeth: Kirrian, true to her word, is rather tired and returns directly to her room while Sola, Dawn and the cooks begin distributing meals throughout the house. Neither of them see fit to update Jozra on the situation, however, when they …

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Chapter 34: Lessons In Futility

Chapter 34: Lessons In Futility In Which Bad First Impressions Are Made. ——————————————————————————————— Arrin Woodgreen:  Soquan, having been waiting in front of the bathhouses for a while, knocks softly on the female’s door. “Jozra? Are you in there?” Yazeth: Jozra sits on the bed, reassessing the situation. After a moment, she glances out the door …

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