Maybe it was a draft rushing down through the chimney that made the fire flare up. With a sound like a sigh, it roared high for a moment. A few books on a shelf began to topple outward, disturbed perhaps by the rummaging the two visitors had been doing. With a thundering crash they fell to the floor, leaving only a few items remaining on the shelf.
A book of adventure stories, that had nothing to do with magical studies. A battered bow, salt-stained and no longer functional but prized enough to keep all the same.
A small pouch of Torchline origins, full of collected seeds...
And a small silver amulet, with intertwined symbols of the Hollowed Ground Heralds.
There was a stack of letters too, with the distinct look of invitations about them.
Curiously, a scent of ripe apples and lavender filled the room, and it lingered long after the fire had settled down again.
A book of adventure stories, that had nothing to do with magical studies. A battered bow, salt-stained and no longer functional but prized enough to keep all the same.
A small pouch of Torchline origins, full of collected seeds...
And a small silver amulet, with intertwined symbols of the Hollowed Ground Heralds.
There was a stack of letters too, with the distinct look of invitations about them.
Curiously, a scent of ripe apples and lavender filled the room, and it lingered long after the fire had settled down again.
