Jamwine woke to beams of sunlight blasting through arched clerestory windows like tubes of golden fire. The smell of morning confections aroused him from his sloggy haze.
He sat and thought about what Nathronwen had mentioned the night before. Jamwine scoffed, “Bah, how could my Pa have anything to do with this dreadful journey”. The night at the Floating Log was a bit of a blur to him. Stumbling down to the overgrown field. The grazing cattle. The winding path. The path his father walked so many years ago. The last time he saw Pa.
“Get a move on” A gravelly voice retched from the corridor. The dwarves had already packed up their belongings, and were gathering outside. Jamwine collected himself and hurried towards his party.
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I met Fogweaver through Vedurnan and, later, Magelight. This more energetic take on their music is wonderful and exciting, a compelling twist bearing their unique signature. emanuele127
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