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Four glasses supped upon, three unfavourable reviews delivered that were charitable only in how brief they were, with a fourth germinating inside Valborast's wits as the glass was replaced onto merchant counter. Before Valborast could enjoy the sound of his own voice, two palms of heavy hands...

Casks of wine awaited their assessment by judges unknown, each barrel presented by prospective makers and vendors who stood awaiting the fateful moment for the mystery judges to arrive to their stall. The public were tended to for a nominal fee at the entrance of the event, a small stamp upon...

Valborast didn't react, except by twinge of his right eyebrow upwards, perhaps from sting of alcohol's touch, perhaps from the familiar voice making inquiry. A sigh, shoulders heavy from toils. A deeper pull from glassware that did drain the vine's end product. A heavy clunk, near enough to...

(Part 1 to this story can be found here) A vexed mind when lacking solutions seeks distractions. Distractions which render sleep swift as near exhaustion rushes all governance to recovery from such toil to escape rumination. To escape the languid moments of doing nothing about what mattered...

Valborast's binary choice laid before Petra granted exeunt, enough words spoken from bitter indignant reaction, better parting words that in tone and in meaning would do much in time to provide knightly clarity to caustic opinion so entangled. Valborast turned his back as the wings crashed to...

Valborast remained in tension's grip as magic thrummed throughout his circulatory, fingertips tremoring with each heartbeat that graced him. Locked senses to the threat, sympathies growing to the squire that was soon to be embroiled in this dark panoply, he spoke low and curtly in response and...

Valborast cocked his head up and the side in Julian's direction, eyes still locked onto the witches that loomed between shadow to shadow and tree to tree, head upturned as a snarling act of insubordination welled and surged within him at the offer made. A canine revealed itself as a sneer...

Valborast breathed in the air that was slashed with water, hands now lowering from diplomat's posture back into passive readiness, hands to his side, ready to launch his magics in response to what might be brought to bear. He felt the coldness of his nose contrast with the warmth in his...

Valborast soured at the mention of the witches not appearing as hags, carrying within his features a surly disposition as he pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes briefly at the notion. The dark did much to heighten his imagination of the ugliness of those before him who slipped from treeline to...

Valborast had no understanding of the lightning that dwelled within the sky, nor the magic that might bear it into those clouds or within the fingers to eject. He gave a silent affirmation of hearing the council from Julian, who had a firm grasp on such matters, but Valborast still felt the...

Valborast bristled at the prospect of the thunder that did peal in the distance, still unaccustomed to the sounds in the open skies that he now called home. He did give admonishment with his eyes to the rolling echo of lightning roiling, scowling at the source of it that lurked in distant cloud...

Valborast did not abate in his indignation. He looked to the dragon with spite in his candor, hand flexing near Riven should he need make quick escape. He spoke low and steady. "What could an indulgent beast such as you understand of honour and accords. You demonstrate yourself a maverick...

It seemed dreadful facts had a want to culminate within Valborast, so sudden and quick this addition to his maladies was this act performed. The messenger had been wreathed in lightning in a snap of bestial outlashing, Valborast winced from the bright emination of power that outpoured from both...

Shadows resumed their movements across the kindred so liberated from dragon claw, ripples of blackness that did lovingly course across the messenger. He scoffed lightly at the suggestion and leaned from foot to foot as a cutting retort was considered yet dismantled internally. "Our," he spoke...

Impaled by blade the buckled backed one, imprisoned by talon the more dignified of the kindred messengers, the two interlopers of the surface did hiss and reveal their natures. Of pain and panic from the one that did amble with crooked spine, spasming fingers taut from Riven's sinister nature...