The Blessed
and the Cursed
Gav Thorpe
“Just a bunch of priests, where’s the danger?”
Words that had inspired confidence at daybreak were about to come back to haunt the brigands of the Scatha Vale. Calgallun shifted slightly in his hiding place within the undergrowth so that he could see Leopard, the band’s leader. The tall, wiry bandit had not moved or shown the slightest inclination that all was not well. Calgallun glanced across to his left, to where Feranck was concealed from the caravan track behind a tree.
“Hsst! What in the Five Hells is Leopard doing?”
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