The tavern slowly finds its voice again. Cups clink, benches scrape, and scattered patrons glance toward Ash before remembering their own conversations. Alberta remains seated apart, watching.
the tavern keeper
Fresh drink. No spellwork on this one, mistress. A caravan guard left it behind when he abandoned a difficult task outside town.
The tavern keeper sets the clay cup within Ash's reach, then keeps one broad hand resting on the table as though reassuring the wood itself.
the tavern keeper
He was meant to escort a wagon through the old quarry road. Came back pale, swore something down there knew his name, and quit before dawn.
Alberta the Necromancer
A task difficult enough to frighten a hired blade, and she sits beside it without even asking. Interesting.
Alberta does not approach. Her blue eyes remain fixed on Ash across the smoky room, while the keeper retreats behind the bar and leaves the abandoned task hanging in the air.
Secure clear, independent terms for the quarry-road escort
Discover what haunts the old quarry road