Roasa and Rain On the road to Gilbertown, the royal envoy just restarted after stopping for midday lunch. The two members of the Queen’s personal guard ride atop her carriage. Rain is on alert, ever committed to her job. Roasa is bored. “It must be hard being back in the Capital. Are you okay?” RoasaContinue reading “Final Places Part 2”
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Relics of the Old Age 