The ramshackle tavern in the rundown town of Bloodfrost was crowded with anxious and angry dwarves. Only a few dozen kinsmen were all that remained of Clan Grikk. Men and women who had recently had their world upended. Scowling brows and clenched jaws were numerous, lit by flickering torchlight. “The …
Tavrethral then addressed the wyrmling directly. “You I shall cast into the Prime Material Plane, Glazernezzeroth. Survive there, if you can. Although I don’t expect too much considering who your mother is, I’ll give you this one chance to grow wise and strong and prove your worth to your Tangle. A little hint, selfish pride and greed are not good traits to foster. You are not entitled to status, to wealth, to power, or to respect. You must earn it. Can you grow beyond the follies of your mother? We shall see…”
“Oh shit! Oh shit!” Tygron tumbled through the tiny doorway onto his hands and knees. He spun around to search frantically for some way to close it, but the doorway was gone. “Wait, what..? Where did..?” Ramshackle walls of a dead-end alley surrounded Tygron on three sides. In the dim …
Brosef Ortizo Riverman did not look convinced. “This is a helluva way to call in a debt, Ghost-talker. Why are they all staring at me like that? Lookin’ at me but not really lookin’. They’re giving’ me the heebee-jeebies.” He rubbed two-out-of-four thick, calloused hands together nervously while glancing down …
