Our heroes relax. A trifle.
“So Wolf,” Chantratha asks, “why are all these ghosts gloomy old men? Where are the women?”
“They achieved a lot more of what they wanted to, in life. Less unfinished business. Less frustration. O the year was 1378
How I wish I’d fled my castle now
A letter of marque came from the queen
To the scummiest knight ever seen
So I clad him in full coat-of-plate
And in midriver pushed him o’er the prow
The bubbles have stopped coming up by now— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) June 5, 2020
3)
The ghost is very suddenly back, looming up right in front of Wolf. “GO ON.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I’ll freeze your heart into stopping. 4)
“I think you may be too late, for this particular heart,” Chantratha says tartly, nodding in Wolf’s direction. “Cold as stone already.”
Wolf gives her a look of matching temperature.#epicfantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) June 6, 2020