SmokeElam struggled to breathe as he approached the outer wall of the keep. The letter crumpled and torn in his hands had been the last thing he had expected when he sent men to find whereabouts of Zevran.Alistair and Nathaniel had pleaded with him to move on, to forget, but he could not. Initially devising to go himself, Nathaniel had intervened and found a few trustworthy men to handle the mission.The rumors across Antiva had been as tall as any tale Zevran himself could have told. He had been spotted all over Antiva City, his decorative armor and daggers gleamed in the sun, only outshone by his golden locks of hair.He had battled through
A Tall TaleElam smiled as he made his way to the docks, the salted sea breeze brushing against his cheek with every step. He had taken instantly to the rhythm and routine of Antiva much to the delight and surprise of Zevran. Elam was particularly fond of their morning routine.Small-scale skirmishes had been fought against a few crow cells since Elam and Zevran's return to Antiva City. Attempts at information gathering had yielded more when Crow scouts and assassins, determined to ambush them, would instead end up under the pair's knives. Long drawn out battles had so far been avoided with the Crow Masters, but Elam knew that would soon change.The ni
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