
Kristif crouched behind the chimney on the baker’s roof. He watched a collection of strangers that were gathered below in front of the Scarlet Feather Inn. Kristif was in awe. One was a beautiful elf woman with long, blue-black hair, her skin as pale as moonlight. She wore a dark cloak with a bow slung on her back. Next…
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