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streetcorners like a rat, I’ve heard, nothing more, nothing less.”
“A sorcerer whose might could’ve challenged the gods!”
“No, a warrior of brutish strength and skill!”
“A sneak-thief who stole the Tome of Forbidden Knowledge from right
under Factol Hashkar’s nose himself!”
“He was a priest of Aoskar, I swear it’s true!”
Oudilin’s lips are pressed tight as he raises an eyebrow, plucking a few
strings. The thrumming resonance that emits soothes the crowd, and quickly
the clamoring voices snap silent. “I am merely telling the tale as it occurred,
good friend,” Oudilin addresses the dwarf, “The Nameless One came from
humble beginnings, scratched and scraped his way to the legend he has
become. I’m afraid that some falsehoods have become intermixed with the
truths. Quite a few, in fact, and those few facts that survived have
fragmented.”
“At least they aren’t as boring as a Guvner’s lectures,” G’mir growls.
“Ah, but think of this,” Oudilin smiles over his winecup, “This shows that the
Nameless One had walked these same streets as you have, had been patron
to the same taverns, perhaps even sat at the very seat you’re currently
hopping about on, good dwarf. Now as I was saying, the Nameless One
pursued his quarry upon recognizing the glint in her eyes. He followed in the
hopes that she might reveal his true nature...”
Chapter 9
My muscles pumped and my tendons strained as the broken-down buildings
flew past me. The woman was experienced in running, I could tell, no matter
how hard I laid my boots against the pavement she was still five leaps ahead
of me. My lungs were burning already.
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