"And gorg'd we on their meatsie bits, sated we our hunger.
And swallow'd we on their hot bloods, slaked we our thyrst.
And ravish'd we their buxom women, pleased we our needes.
With their pains ...
My fence claims that, after years of searching,
some eccentric old coot struck upon a way into Craggenmense,
that sunken gash in the mountains up north.
The whispers of riches from this ancient ...
I went to the Grapeful Rest to meet with an associate of mine, but she never showed. While I was enjoying my breakfast alone, I eavesdropped on an argument between the gossipful barmaid and the bru...
Tonight's job is a small one, and a simple one - but only the foolish and the broke turn down all the little ones. An anonymous client rapped upon the door of this week's dirt-caked flophouse, leav...