Wednesday, March 19
Herald of the Yellow King - Part 3a: The Village of Brighton
At long last, they saw the village of Brighton through the falling snow. Smoke rose from most of the chimneys and people were moving about chopping wood, running errands, and tending to chores. While smaller than Derek’s Holding and Dunover, Brighton boasted larger and better-made furnishings.
Kham sniffed the air. “I smell fresh-baked bread,” he said.
“Do you ever think of anything besides your stomach?” asked Ilmarė.
“Sometimes a little lower,” said Kham. [MORE]
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