Quinn Forsythe sat silent and motionless in the coach and was pleased to find the mercenaries did the same for the entire ride to whatever earl he was being forced to visit. He didn't feel like fighting to avoid answering any questions they may have for him, knowing he was undoubtedly going to face questions from this earl. What earl was he supposed to be visiting anyway? He hadn't recognized the name provided at the tavern. Quinn observed the mercenaries' cloaks and recognized the crest of the Earl of Rivas clipped on their left shoulders, which at first made no sense until he quickly recalled that Earl Rajashekar had two full-blooded sons. Quinn rolled his eyes."He wishes for me to avenge him, doesn't he?" The mercenaries only stared at him blankly and he heaved a heavy sigh. "Savages."Quinn was not afraid of the fresh ea

When Ravan disembarked in Preshire in the Bonn Empire, all he could think to do first was to find lodging and then hole up in what appeared to be the most popular tavern in the area. There, he would spend the next few days reading pamphlets and educating himself on Bonn culture, recent events, and current politics. The following month was arguably the most uneventful, aggravating, and uninformative month of Ravan’s life. He had even hired a few people to obtain information on Captain Fadi, but he didn’t hear back from any of them for what felt like an eternity. Ravan’s luck changed while he sat at his usual corner beside a grimy window in his new favorite musty tavern. One of the scouts rushed in while he read over the day’s pamphlet and sat across from Ravan at the sticky wooden table. Ravan set the pamphlet down with a sigh. “I really hope you have some news for me this time,” Ravan moaned. He took a swig of his beer, fully expecting yet another round of usel

During Ravan’s most time-consuming trek to the Opaline Mountain Range, Quinn Forsythe was but weeks behind. The dedicated bounty hunter located Mount Perry in a fairly timely manner after telling the townsfolk that his primary targets were miracle workers. He spotted the path left behind by Ravan and Zair where there was significantly less snow. Then he located the miracle worker’s lair to find it evident that someone who had once lived inside had vacated rather quickly. A myriad of possible situations and scenarios ran through Quinn’s mind, but none of them clicked. Ravan’s motivation and end game were still frustratingly lost on him. When Quinn emerged from the cave, he took note of what was left of the path and figured this was what he wanted to follow. Since the travelers were most likely slowed by a wagon to carry the belongings of whoever lived in that cave, chances were that Quinn would catch up. A few days into his journey, Quinn began to wonder if his targets were

Ravan and Rein spent most of the following month in Ravan’s room at Shire Inn studying the language of the Noelle Continent with books, quills, ink, and spare parchment paper. As promised, Rein learned quickly and provided Ravan with a little more information about the Silver Cloak at every milestone. Meanwhile, Ravan went out in search of Quinn Forsythe between lessons, determined to retrieve his journal and finish off his nemesis once and for all. Though he couldn’t understand how, he knew for certain it was Quinn who stole his journal, and with each passing day Ravan’s certainty in this matter grew more firm. As the end of the month grew near, Ravan felt he needed to take a new approach to his search. At this point, Quinn had to be searching for him as well. If Ravan were searching for himself, where would he look? Taverns and pubs. He hadn’t seen Quinn at the tavern beneath Shire Inn, so Ravan searched the other taverns and pubs in town. There was a decent number of ta

The morning after their jotnar palace break-in, Lozano had been up early and he had awakened Quinn and Declan when he had returned to the room from breakfast. Slowly they both rose from bed.             “How’s your injury, Montresor?” Quinn asked.             Declan observed his bandaged ankle. “It could probably use a redressing before we head off.”             “I’ll take care of that for you,” Lozano offered.             “No, I’m perfectly capable Ackerman,” Declan said waving him off.             “Very well,” Lozano replied. “Well, I’ve already had breakfast. I think I’ll head to the market and restock on supplies for the road. Do either of you need anything while I’m th