RuneswardChapter 44 A Cleansing Fire
Honor Madoun, First of the Eleventh, strode wearily through the dying light, a large saddlebag clutched in his left hand. He rolled his shoulders as he walked, twisting his back slightly at each step. His aged shoulders ached from bouncing on the long ride and his back hurt from the constant motion of the saddle. He spat out the dust and dirt of the town. Dirt and dust was a problem in many of the hamlets and towns of the kingdom. Without stone or brick paving, the roads of the towns grew...