Nora looked guiltily at the merchant who, after about a minute of hauling, had finally managed to shove the chest off the edge of the wagon, where it thumped on to the dirt track, sending up a large cloud of dust. He glared at her coldly, stretching his arms out, evidently in an attempt to soothe them after the strain of moving the box, that now lay at her feet.
“Sorry, but I ain’t carrying this any further lass, not in me job description- you’re on your own from here,” He explained, in a regretful tone, which completely belied his uncaring, flat gaze. Typical city trader. Rolling her eyes, Nora thanked him for the
The Gilded Cage By Dann Chapter 1 Adaline and the Kobold Deep in the halls of a great castle, in the very bed chamber chamber of the vile Duke Erwin Clineg, sits among his many knick knacks and baubles a small guided cage hanging by a hook in the corner of the room, draped by a marvelous violet curtain. Now, dear reader, it is very likely our tale would end before it even began, for few were ever allowed near the Duke’s chamber, fewer still who lived to tell the tale. But for one Adaline Faerberg, whose nightly duty it was to change the boarish Duke’s bedpan, relight the candels for the evening and once every week, turn his bedsheets. A mundane task requiring very little aptitude, but one that nicely tied together the strings of fate making possible the great tale I am about to tell you. It was on the night of the Duke’s name day, that dear sweet Adaline found herself an abundance of freedom to wander the upper halls of the castle without the watchful scorn of the guards or