The Grey Tower

Fear could only hold on for so long. He couldn't run away, not and get far. Besides, he'd stopped, so any others that were coming to take him into custody would have had the time to catch up to them. The fear shuddered away into dejected acceptance of his fate. He'd run for a long time now, but he ...

"No safe anywhere," Tal said out loud, though he wasn't completely aware he had. He was tearing off a chunk of bread and shoving it in his mouth, chewing it quickly and gulping it down no matter how hot it was. He didn't know what the man was talking about in being like him; it must've been a ruse ...

Taldorin
He had ducked into the trees and switched back and forth, admittedly making too much noise to get away but trying to throw off the pursuers. The bread was hot and half-burning his hands, but only those patches not staiend with dirt or grime from months in the wild.
He had found a hollow ...

Taldorin
He didn't know this place. Never heard of a city this far up in the mountains; curious, that. Then again camp laborers didn't necessarily need to know everything about the world. Not even studious ones like him.

If you saw him at a glance, you might think him some sort of sickly Trolloc ...

Kubotai's half-raised eyebrow had the look he had stopped listening about halfway through and had surmised the rest. "Right. Side or stride?" he asked, pushing - gently, mind - past her to pop open the tack room door without so much as a squeak from the hinges. "And I don't suppose you're one of ...

"Never the mind of the slender argument, I know when I'm baited. And though I had no intention of ruining my gait, madame, I suppose there's still hours to the night," he smirked, looking almost wolfish in the dim light. "So are we to giggle in the dark or did you really want to go for a jaunt ...

Kubotai shrugged slightly in the faint light of her glowing orb. "Haven't been back to Saldea in a while. The fervor should've died down since last I made trouble there. Was only a minor altercation in any case." He snapped his fingers, a muffled sound from the leather gloves he wore. "If we had pen ...

"I give the stablehands a little more credit with a horse," Kubotai replied, his tone and manner becoming a softer; softer in the manner that the underside of a boulder is softer when revealed as it tumbled down on your head. "At least in the manner of here within the Tower grounds," he said as an ...

Kubotai made a show of peeking out into the night air that was still black as pitch. "Checking your stall for your horse. Why, had you misplaced him somewhere else once?" he asked flippantly, maneuvering further down the stalls with a nonchalant gait. "If you can misplace a horse I'd worry about ...

"Checking the stalls for rats?" the man at the end of the stalls spoke, though his voice was pitched low so as not to attract more attention than he already had. His hand was up to shield away the bright light that had now ruined perfectly good night sight. "You know, for trying not to attract ...