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The Arcane Order |
| It was the sound of a troll that woke him.
Kesar jolted to the side, expecting the forceful blow of a club.
Instead, he met only the chaotic tangle of silken sheets. By the time
his nervous reaction calmed, he realized where he was. He was in the
spacious bed that he and Joylah shared, tucked away in that quiet corner
of Tel'Ruid. He looked around the room, and he was quite alone at the
moment. The pinpricks of light coming through the drawn curtains
informed him that it was midday, and he quickly guessed that Joylah was
running her errands — stocking her vendors and sewing incessantly.
With a deep sigh he settled back into the bed, his legs kicking himself free of the tangle of sheets. His eyes closed again, but they danced beneath his eyelids as his mind tried to trace the events of the past... How many days had it been? He honestly had no idea. He tried to remember. And as he thought, he recalled the night out at the crypts. He recalled the terrible pain in his heart. And he remembered the killing blow by the ettin. His hands touched tentatively along his forehead, but he found no wound. He traced his fingers along his left arm, but there was no sign of broken bones. And yet he could not shake the feeling that he should be dead. What had saved him? Kesar pondered a host of questions as he lay quietly on the soft bed. And it was not long before his mind drifted again into a deep sleep... |
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Library Arcane: The Lord of the Dead