4- Tellard Glastius
Tellard Galastius’s booming voice echoed across the front lawn. A man herded goats between the mansion and the gate, tapping them with a long stick to keep the grass from being eaten down to the root.
The servant looked at me as I passed. I loosened my robes, letting the cool night air wick away the intensity of Dorlien’s hearth. The m…
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