The Faded Raven
Lynn Gattes was in a low place when he arrived at The Faded Raven. His search for his long-lost companions in Barrowcrest had proven fruitless, a string of dead ends in a city of stone and wind. He had spoken to countless shopkeepers and followed whispers into every tavern, his
Myria
Gid Evyn stared across the table at the artificer, Ingus Restif, his hand resting on the pommel of his hammer. He had been fighting his unease ever since setting foot in the impossible city of Lodesoon. The city, a colossal feat of engineering, hung suspended by mighty chains over a
Myria
The desert air was surprisingly cold that morning, and Olanda pulled her robe tighter against the unsettling chill . It was as though a rolling fog of discontent had tumbled across the entirety of Osterns Breath to settle on the outskirts of Sundrop, the glittering city of dreams she had read