The Sentinels There once was a village

Rodyn shifted. It is only the truth, but they can say what they want. I don't mind. A teasing glint in his eye.

Rodyn was a gentleman not a saint. And he had begun as he aged to shed some of his barriers. He was open with others. He had loved and lost. That changed you.


He eyed the quartz and nodded. There used to be a pack here. Akashingo. They worshipped gods of sand and far away places. And they kept things of renowned beauty and splendor. I traded for it among them