Daughters of Fate (Chapter 10)
I dreamt of the forming of clouds. Like a coming storm. I watched as on one horizon clouds of white gathered and on the other clouds of black. They moved towards each other and clashed, producing a thunderous roar. Legends speak of the coming of The Storm. But I do not understand the meaning of two.
-Journal of Reane Matir
Chapter 10 (7th of Taru-Des 6198)
As the wind howled outside, inside the Red Moose Tavern a few patrons wondered in from the streets of Catersburg. The fire raging in the central hearth warmed the air and provided a haven from the winter weather that had become slightly less harsh in the past couple days.
In the corner, Sheala sat with two others. Drumming her finger on the table, she looked about the tavern.
“C’mon Civn,” she moaned, watching an ominous looking man as he held five playing cards in his left hand close to his face. His right arm was covered with a long sleeve and his gloved right hand balled into a fist rested heavily and unmoving on the table. His face was like chiseled stone. “This is Bahnar, not sorcery. Either raise the pot or call. Or Fold.”
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