Wild Berry Meadow ard alahlam

well, not his pleasure entourage.

jawahir had heard the yarns hissed by those who had been brought to the front of battle as comforts.

the risk to life and to body, not only at the teeth of the looming enemy, but the roughened, the crude, the soldiers they had been sent to serve.

their gaze fell to the edge of cold once more. satsu did not understand their world, and the courtesan did not intend to provide her with finer details. their strides matched those of their indebted, and eventually the harsh expression cleared to the cunning, inviting look.

it is another sort of flesh-trade, the making of warriors. a light comment as the ground sounded softly underfoot.

i choose to quarrel only one man at a time.