Cronicles of MartosBonus Stories
The small town in the mountains stood quietly in the blizzard. It was not just the snow that made people uneasy. They had been hearing rumors, terrible news about a powerful force from the east, destroying everything in its path, showing no mercy to anyone. In the inn, people were scarce, and very quiet. Then, the doors opened, and a man wrapped in skins walked in. Without a word, he approached the fireplace and began to take off his coat and hood, revealing a man in his forties. As he sat...