
The Hollow Spire
The air in Duskspire reeked of salt and rust, a briny stench that clung to the cobblestones like old blood. Kaela crouched in the shadow of a crumbling archway, her fingers brushing the cold iron of a merchant’s satchel. The…
The air in Duskspire reeked of salt and rust, a briny stench that clung to the cobblestones like old blood. Kaela crouched in the shadow of a crumbling archway, her fingers brushing the cold iron of a merchant’s satchel. The…