cooking

Julienn stared at the building ahead of him, an aura of anticipation almost seeming to form around him. Finally after days of looking for work he had been apprenticed to a cook in an only mildly ramshackle tavern. It had been agreed upon that his training would only occur after hours, and that...

Dawn cracked its yolk over the heathland sprawls that sprawled before Isander's eyes. He crouched low in the grass, dew-slick ankles creaking from the strain. Swathed in fitted leathers and padded linen, he made a survey of the land. Leagues separated him from the nearest hamlet, and he would...