Hanging above the bar were animal trophies of the tavern’s namesake. Yaen stood near the bar drinking alone. Tilith sat at a table with two farmers in deep discussion. Galem and Rhen sat near the fireplace drinking ale.
The dwarves seemed irritated by the elf bard playing a harp, although Yaen seemed to appreciate it. He listened to the tale of how the winter wolves met their end.
Yaen reflected back on his past in silence. . . [ »»»]