A tense peace rested over the galaxy, with Lady Ariata of Bresugal and Lady 01d of the Geshente finally relenting to a three-way cease fire, but continuing to make clear their icy mood for all concerned. Meetings were short, anger boiled, but the meetings happened. The soldiers were at rest, if only temporarily. The guards …
In the single tavern of the fledgeling town of Dugenstir, firelight flickered gold over the polished wood; a thick bearskin rug was spread warmly over the floor, aromas of spiced potatoes and marinated beef drifted in from the kitchen. The innkeeper stood nearby, aimlessly pacing at random intervals, while the barkeep wiped the …
