Osval glanced at all of them, before walking out from the room, without saying a word. Gods, look upon us at this hour of need, he thought.
"Is this justice? Is this truly an act the Gods see as right? If it is… I must be blind" Mehron gazed upon the frozen valley of Aronailos with a deep expression of grief on his face. His long white hair wobbled in the sharp and cold wind and his silver skin glittered in the … Continue reading The pain of Mehron, the grand warden of the north. Jalten short stories #2
Lord Zylron," he said, breaking the painful silence of the room, "I didn't expect you to arrive this early,"