Arlyle held up the badger, glaring at him. “Who are you? Who sent you? How do you know I exist?”…
Several hundred miles away, Arlyle, the Scourge of Darrenfell, was chuckling. It was an evil chuckle, or at least as…
Arlyle held up the badger, glaring at him. “Who are you? Who sent you? How do you know I exist?”…
Several hundred miles away, Arlyle, the Scourge of Darrenfell, was chuckling. It was an evil chuckle, or at least as…