![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() One benefit of the cold was that the smell wasn’t so bad, but Vonvalt still held a kerchief filled with dried lavender to his nose. An inn lay off to one side, and livestock and peasants moved haphazardly through the public space. It was as tumbledown as the rest of them. The manor was distinguishable only by its size, being perhaps twice as big as the biggest cottage, but there the differences ended. It was formed of a large communal square of churned mud and straw, and a ring of twenty buildings with wattle-and-daub walls and thatched roofs. For its isolation, it was typical for the Northmark of Tolsburg. How to describe it? The birthplace of our misfortune was so plain. That as we drew closer to it, we were not just plodding through a rainy, cold country twenty miles east of the Tolsburg Marches we were approaching the precipice of the Great Decline, its steep and treacherous slope falling away from us like a cliff face of glassy obsidian. ![]() It is a strange thing to think that the end of the Empire of the Wolf, and all the death and devastation that came with it, traced its long roots back to the tiny and insignificant village of Rill. I The Witch of Rill “Beware the idiot, the zealot and the tyrant each clothes himself in the armour of ignorance.” From Caterhauser’s The Sovan Criminal Code: Advice to Practitioners ![]()
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