“I can’t believe we’ve stooped this low,” said Maeve, the woman sitting to Carver’s left.  She sat slouching deep into her chair while mindlessly spinning a copper coin on the table. She was not as warmly dressed as Carver; wearing a collarless linen shirt that was a size too big and supposedly white—if she had … Continue reading Loot Mule: 03 – Two Pints and a Half-Pint

It was widely known in the lands of Dinidae that the state of a tavern’s sign was a fair indication of the quality of ale served within. A general list of priorities for any decent tavern-keeper (and, similarly, any patron within) would be: signage, brewing, waitstaff, smoke leaf, bards, keg-runners… and stools being somewhere near … Continue reading Loot Mule: 02 – The Drunkard’s Colic

The chime of a wind-beaten bell rang softly through the dense smog, which clung to the water’s surface of the Mistweave Canal’s. A boat, narrow and flat in shape, silently skimmed the shallow waters; helmed by a figure muffled under a thick cloak which draped his body and hooded his face; shielding him from the … Continue reading Loot Mule: 01 – Mister Syn