By T. H. Lain
A boat lies wrecked on an ice-bound coast. eager to recuperate a magic merchandise from its shipment, a wizard enlists the aid of the Thieves' Guild. They quickly become aware of that the shipwreck was once no coincidence. The artifact's path results in frozen desolate tract, savage brigands, and foes that not anyone expected.The heroes can satisfy their agreement ... yet can they live to tell the tale the results?
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Glyn considered for a moment. ’ After the King dismissed him, Dannyn went to the women’s quarters to look in on his son. Some years before, Glyn had found him a wife from a noble clan that was willing to ignore his bastardy in return for royal favor. Although Garaena had died of childbed fever, the baby had been born healthy. Now Cobryn was four years old, and already chattering of weapons and warfare. That afternoon, Dannyn took him out of the royal nursery and into the ward to see the horses.
He hurried away before she could challenge him to a fight. He could see it coming in her eyes. Nevyn was not quite sure when the King had begun to suspect that his shabby old servitor had the dweomer. When he’d come to offer his services at Dun Cerrmor, some six years ago now, he’d dealt only with an under-chamberlain and been given quarters in a typical servant’s hut. As the year passed, he’d seen Glyn only from a distance, usually during some ceremonial parade. The anonymity suited Nevyn well; he was there only to keep an eye on events, not meddle in politics, or so he saw it, and he’d chosen Glyn’s court only because he could not abide Slwmar of Cantrae, who was sly, treacherous, and suspicious to the point of paranoia.