

Book, Prelude Part 0... and when moss is only found on one side of a tree, like this, that is the north side, Genil told his son, Fren. Fren, not quite eight years of age, looked at the moss growing on the pine for a moment, then nodded to his father. Fren was wearing a brown pair of breeches, unbleached tunic, and wolfskin cloak. The cloak the boy was proud of: he helped to kill the beast himself, no small feat for one his age. Genil smiled happily at the boy. Tall for his age, Fren reminded Genil a lot of his oldest son, Warn. Warn was now an archer in the Kings ArBook, Prelude Part 0


The Fall of Castle HighringHes got really nice eyes, she thought. The young man she was watching, Garin by name, really did have nice eyes. They were a light brown, rather chestnut, with a hint of green. Rather similar to her own. He was at the high table, drinking from a pewter goblet. As he raised the beverage to his lips, he eyes darted to her for a second. Their glances met. She smiled sweetly, a bit coyly. She took in the rest of him. He was obviously a woodsman. He was wearing his best clothes: a cotton tunic, a green leaThe Fall of Castle Highring
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