Yagmar

108: Did the minions of Arakthla care if the stones were stolen?

107: “It was worse than that,” Yagmar said. “They were out of ale.”

106: I looked down at the fire sweeping through the valley and decided things probably hadn’t gone as well as we’d hoped.

#105: I hoped that didn’t mean they’d all been killed.

#104: “If we stop her, I’ll meet you back there.”

#103: I could fix it, but I’d have to get somewhere safe to do so, and it would take time that I didn’t have.

#102: On the eighth day came the word that a lone woman, driving a wagon pulled by a blue six-legged beast, had crossed the pass.

#101: “If I had known we’d get a reception like this here, I would have crossed the mountains on purpose.” Now that Thoughtless is completely done, and heading for print and narration, I am turning my attention back to Yagmar until I’ve completed at least the first draft of it. Which means, I’m returning to

#100: “Those that weren’t smart enough to turn back didn’t make it.”

#99: “We had a plan?” Yagmar asked as he raised his axe.