Epilogue - How Not to Be a Hero

Hannah bounced along on her thick legged, black and white pony. The horses that they had ridden to Rei’s Shrine had been returned to the abbey. All, that is, but one. Gallant was still missing. She had hoped that maybe he would turn up at the abbey, and that…

Ch. 16 - How Not to Be a Hero

Roger and Hil found Hannah with Ari talking to a dwarf with very thick forearms. His head was shorn and tattooed, and his beard was plaited in two thick braids that merged at the bottom to form a loop. Hannah turned to them as they approached. “This is Rhurai, the…

Ch. 15 - How Not to Be a Hero

The loud banging coming from outside his hostel room’s door woke Roger with a start. He lurched into a sitting position, and banged his face on the top of the stone notch that dwarves called a bed. Rolling out, Roger noticed that Hil was lying on the ground, clutching…

Ch. 14 - How Not to Be a Hero

Roger got up before the sun rose above the mountain peaks to the east, but he could see their long shadows receding in the valley behind him. Cold dew covered everything, and small puffs appeared in front of Roger’s face with each breath. The group mounted the horses and…

Ch. 13 - How Not to Be a Hero

The clouds had parted, and the sun was setting, brilliantly red, over the horizon. They had left the temple hours earlier. They were a somber group, the abbot’s empty saddle a constant reminder that they had one less companion. They were making their way to Kar’s Chapel, but…

Ch. 12 - How Not to Be a Hero

A waiter brought their breakfast over. Roger had opted for something like oatmeal, but unlike other oatmeal dishes he had eaten, this one caused him to turn red in the face and sweat profusely. Hannah got something that looked like some kind of tart, and she too was sweating all…

Ch. 11 - How Not to Be a Hero

“Now you will see what fine dwarven dining is all about,” Hil said. All of them were seated on hard dwarven benches around a table. The cushion Roger got was a little over stuffed, and he felt that he could slip off from it at any moment. When the waiter…

Ch. 10 - How Not to Be a Hero

“We’re going to be coming up on Mittle soon,” the abbot declared after they had set off in the morning. The air was fresh with a wet scent granted by a touch morning dew, and the sky was a deep grey blue. “What is Mittle?” Roger asked. “Mittle’s…