It has been hectic lately. Rykia's sister, Prreta, had gone missing. Apparently, there was some magical sword involved, and a Dark Way mage seeking for it. I couldn't help but get involved in it, mostly for Rykia's sake, but also because I care about her sister, and Celroc, Prreta's fiance.
Jocas sat in front of his blue marble desk. It would be the last time he'd use that room, in Amdeneir's tavern, for something other than sleeping. Donari Tyndale had asked him to attend a meeting earlier, and so he did. Yawning a bit -it was getting late- he wrote the following.
Jocas approached the Hydlaa outpost of the Dark Empire. It looked regal to him, and the door knocker looked so inviting, all golden and polished...