Disclosure
Since it needs to be said: No! You may not use my works to train AI! That's theft!
Apotheosis
Guildmaster Nero set the missive down. With a grin over his shoulder he commended, “You were right not to take that contract.”
Xiomara picked a wine bottle off the rack to inspect the label. The hair tied loosely behind her long ears had gone mostly gray. “Killing Wardens is bad politics, true Blight or no. House Arainai can sort itself out.”
Interrogation
Isidora took the iron rod from the pot of burning coals to ensure the end glowed red-orange. She shoved it back in irritably when the tools along the wall clanged together. “Will you stop that?”
“Not like there’s anything else to do! ‘Less you’ve gone and learned Orlesian.” Marcel, so fresh out of training his scars were still red, spoke of the man on the other side of the prison door. Spy or assassin they weren’t sure which: though being Orlesian he likely held the foolhardy belief styling himself a bard made him both.