Veryacano

Continued from: A Letter to the Lords Anglachelm and Veryacano; An Errand Unto Thee; A Hard Lesson; Unexpected Aid; The Shifting Paths; A Display of Character

He stood silently by the window, deep in thought as he stared out across the valley. The leaves had turned from green to gold, and from gold to brown, and he could feel the time slipping away. Winter would follow soon, and many of the passes would become closed until spring arrived, the chance to leave the valley lost. The last of the day’s sunlight flowed lazily through the thick glass, casting his shadow across the richly-inlaid desk behind him. A map and a letter lay upon the desk, but otherwise it was bare.

Continued from Letter to Anglachelm and Veryacano: esteemed Lords of Bar-en-Vanimar

Pulling it from the sheath, I saw that the blade was indeed as she had described it; of good quality, but worn and needing care. I swung the sword with one hand, nodding with satisfaction that it still sang as it cleaved the air: the blade had life in it yet. Running my finger along the flat of the blade, I searched for the balance point. I shook my head slightly as I found it, far too far ahead of the guard. That would lead to overbalanced strikes, and would cause fatigue of the forearm quickly.

Continued from A Word In Sogadan's Ear

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In the Hall late today, but had no wine as I have not settled my bill with Sogadan yet. After a little angry talk, I have concluded that he is the most ill-humored, miserly elf that I have ever met in all my life. The Hound Daegond was here earlier, and though I did pretend not to notice him over my book, he stood at length glowering with those dark eyes of his until I was near flummoxed, and had to acknowledge his presence.

This very unimportant opinion is presented to my lord in the hopes that he will forgive any wrongness or imbecility of idea: his servant is no scholar on tactics or war, but if my lord would read this letter, something of interest might be discovered by him, for not only is he most thoughtful, generous and kin

Up, and sat long thinking of the best way to go about my business for Lord Veryacano before he brings the hammer down on my head and banishes me from the valley. Only just the other night, he asked for an account of my progress, and little satisfied was he to learn that I have still not spoken with Lord Anglachelm!