Tarla watched from the bushes as two raiders dismounted a wagon of fresh loot to investigate the fray as the camp erupted into a huge brawl between factions. The driver stayed behind to keep watch over the horses but couldn’t help but watch, transfixed to the melee. Tarla took advantage of his distraction as sheContinue reading “Tarla Weaston”
Where I spill my ideas on a new world of magic.
World of Dezengarth 