"If we stay in there, we'll probably be flattened," mutters a man padded by leather and fur, a hatchet resting by his waist. The white metal is scratched, and fitted onto a rough circular handle secured to his clothing by a rope.
He peers at the doors of the religious property, heavy and wide...
A corruption is being sought out in the growing Kacharn Principality, a warrior's land led by a line descended from the prophet Charssus himself- and now, by Prince-Priest Mahuten. It is the Dusk of the Sixth Year, with the possibility of a long, harsh winter ahead for the people.
The Kacharni...