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Expressionlessly, Vaen looked at the cliff in front of him, then back at the map in his hands. Five days, the man had told him helpfully. Five days north through the Spine and you'll reach Lyar. On my honor. Yet, it was already two weeks past, and Vaen had only just barely made it through the Spine. With the sun hanging high in the cloudless blue sky, he could see for leagues around the heavily forested valley. Jagged peaks of the mountains known as the Spine of Giants surrounded the valley on three sides. Not far east of where he stood a waterfall crashed down a rocky bluff and into a river that wound gently deep into the woods. However, t

King Zerain Malzareth, the fifth king of Shaerone studied the dagger almost disinterestedly, his hard, lined face unreadable. The palm length blade was coated with the same dried, dark blood that crusted the plain linen that wrapped the hilt. But even so, he knew that the edge would be as sharp as the day it had been forged. A thick, gnarled finger traced the engraved "S" in the cold steel above the guard. Only one forgery would mark their creations so. Slowly, he placed the dagger back down in front of him on the polished mahogany table, and he leaned forward, dark obsidian eyes fixed on the man kneeling on the crimson and gold embroidered r