Wednesday, September 3, 2008

The Convenient Caravan of Lovely Magic

Mendez paces outside his lodgings. His hand unconsciously moving to the hilt of his sword.
He can’t seem to settle. The thought of the prisoner being in that dungeon for fifteen years seems to burn at him. Every day lost seems to upset him more.
His dreams are full of horrid visions of flesh withering through time and strangely, the beautiful face of the lady Bard they'd recently rescued.
Whatever Wer discovers, he'll have to act soon. Nothing can stand in his way or delay his actions…

Except for the magical swords and rings on offer at the Wizards caravan.

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