Slowly, Leum nods. She lifts her gaze to meet yours. "How many are you thinking ? " You feel your smile go wide and vicious, and deep inside you, the old fire flickers to life once again. That old desire for combat, for bloodshed, for victory and glory - One last time. "Seven," you say. "Seven kindlings."
Slowly, Leum nods. She lifts her gaze to meet yours. "How many are you thinking ? " You feel your smile go wide and vicious, and deep inside you, the old fire flickers to life once again. That old desire for combat, for bloodshed, for victory and glory - One last time. "Seven," you say. "Seven kindlings."