Tangled Threads Publishing

“Evening, strangers. My thanks for the invitation.” “The pleasure is ours. Have a seat.” The dwarf rumbled: it might have been a laugh. “Not many strangers call dining with a dark dwarf a pleasure.” Einarr offered a friendly smile. “A good friend of mine happens to be a dark dwarf. My name’s Einarr.” “Hmm. Kharmor.”…

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