RuneswardChapter 06
“Where’s Yren?” Ardt asked, carefully balancing a long sword with its tip softly marring the kitchen floor and its hilt angled against the wall’s corner. He knelt and placed a smaller knife next to it similarly, then rose and took off his dirty, scorched leather smock. He hung it on a peg next to another, smaller leather smock. Ardt’s apron had turned almost black with use, lines of scorch marks criss-crossing the heavy leather covering. The smaller smock was still mostly brown though it was...