The stagecoach from Karpaburg to Dregladorf arrived midmorning, and the little boy that had been tasked with stopping it did so with tremendous vigor. The coach ground to a halt in a mighty cloud of dust, and Polk took up his baggage and headed down to get aboard. Hilde had gotten dressed by then, and … Continue reading Fight, Swear, Loathe; Chapter 27

Polk was shirtless when he waded into the pool, but kept on his trousers because there were women present. The orog was a powerfully constructed man, his obvious ogre lineage evident in his muscles. Had either Belynda or Hilde been more luridly inclined, the spectacle of the shivering Polk climbing up the soaked rope in … Continue reading Fight, Swear, Loathe; Chapter 26