The book of John Doe
—Wise choice,— he says, tucking the pouch into his robe. With a gesture, he signals his men. Continue Reading
—Wise choice,— he says, tucking the pouch into his robe. With a gesture, he signals his men. Continue Reading →
At least stay the night, Your Grace. You need rest. The road behind you is long, since you’ve traversed a great distance. Continue Reading →
The Baroness smiles, a flicker of relief softening her usually guarded features. The arrangements are made without delay. You watch as she beckons one of her vassals and presses a small velvet pouch into his hand. He nods subtly, then… Continue Reading →
The Baroness smiles with something like relief, and the arrangements are made without delay. Continue Reading →
The Baroness smiles with something like relief, and the arrangements are made without delay. Continue Reading →
—I thank you deeply for your generous offer, Baroness. But duty must come before safety. I need to reach my uncle— Continue Reading →
The baroness looks at you inquisitively. A shadow passes over her face, but she says nothing.
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The Baroness looks at you, genuine worry etched across her features. A shadow flits over her face, but she says nothing Continue Reading →
The Baroness looks at you, genuine worry etched across her features. Continue Reading →
The baroness looks at you inquisitively as you pocket the diamonds. Continue Reading →