A Day of Change
A Day of Change By Lynn LeFey Hengrithor sat at the table sloshing the last of his stew in his bowl with the thick horn spoon. His wrists and ankles were still throbbing from too much walking, too much riding, and too much swordplay. He was getting too old to pound his body this hard any more. By the Gods, he'd only seen thirty winters. How did the elves live so long? He was tired of the 'adventuring'. Adventuring. Maybe it was time to give up life as a tomb raider... dungeon...