Excommunicated? Like banished? But wouldn’t a church like people who hunt witches? Questions barge into my head, but I hold my tongue. It’s really not my business, and I can tell Zen doesn’t enjoy talking about the church. “I didn’t expect to sleep for so long,” I say, redirecting the conversation

“The bar owner also worked as the head bartender,” I smile as I recall Mr. Geoffrey’s permanently unimpressed look “I was the only girl there, and he warned me the bar could get pretty rowdy at times.” “One time, an already drunk customer got mad that I messed up his drink,” I huff. I had given him

“Zepherin!” He says good-naturedly “What a pleasant surprise!” I gape at them as the old man shakes Zen's hand with ethusiasm. Everything I ever thought I knew about old people is a lie. “I would’ve come in the day,” Zen says calmly “But circumstances forced my hand. I need a favor, Rudolf.” Mr.

Zen clears out a table for Mr. Rudolf to set the tray down, and then plucks up an armchair for him to take a seat near the table. He has all the manners in the world until he opens his mouth. The aroma of warm stew reaches me and I realize I’m glad Mr. Rudolf suggested food. He hands a bowl each t

By now, Rudolf and Dinah are probably at the Seer's house, and after she gets all her answers, we would head back to SeraphFall this evening. Or we could remain here until then. It would as much for my sake as it would be for hers. It’s odd to have another living being in the Manor, one who isn’t