Reyes was about as easy to read as the weather was easy to predict for a smithy. On one turn she showed clear signs of nerves, on the other friendliness. At her request to continue, Oliver shrugged in return and stayed walking alongside the strange lady for the time being. “Fair enough,” he returned...

Dawn threatened the edge of the Horizon as the light of a hooded lantern guided Oliver and Torim through the dark and allowed the men to carry and fasten their new empty barrels on their vessel. Eager to journey out in the early hours of the morning in hope of catching the high tide. Business was br...

An air of discomfort persisted through their interaction. Oliver could practically feel the gears churning on the outside of Reyes’s brain as she continued to speak. As polite as she had been to him he could feel some kind of disconnect in their rapport as she anxiously shared the details of the con...

Mirth was a shallow gift to those comforted by the shadows of their own doubt. Reyes’s alarm for his being was clear, though not entirely unwarranted. Oliver could only question why such an individual would offer herself up to showing a stranger to an unfamiliar place if not prepared to be faced wit...

Waiting with bated breath, Oliver could feel the chill of the cool Frost morning biting at his skin as the lavishly dressed passersby glanced a look in his direction, but ultimately ignored his early morning rambling bar but one. A jovial tone perked up from over yonder belonging to a woman with loc...

Frost 03 Age of Kings Year 20 It was the season of high tides, freezing winds and thick fogs. Hundreds of boats lowered their anchors and tied their ships into harbour, bringing with them their haul to the morning fish markets. Over time, many of the waters here would grow cold and the schools of f...