Eryndor's heart quickened. This must be in connection with the letter he had received. He showed it to Arin, who whistled softly.
The village of Brindlemark lay shrouded in an eerie mist, its residents huddled in their homes as if afraid to venture out into the unknown. It was a place where time seemed to stand still, where tradition and superstition held sway over reason and progress. And yet, on this particular morning, a sense of restlessness stirred in the air. The Will of Endreon [Ch. 1]
The solicitor, a Mr. Blackwood, had requested Eryndor's presence at the reading of Endreon's will. The young man had never met Endreon, but rumors had circulated about the old man's vast fortune and the mysterious circumstances surrounding his death. Eryndor's heart quickened
As Eryndor pondered the letter, a knock at the door broke the silence. It was his friend, Arin, a burly blacksmith's apprentice with a wild shock of blond hair. The village of Brindlemark lay shrouded in an
The two friends exchanged a look, and without another word, they set off towards the estate, ready to face whatever lay ahead.
Eryndor shrugged, though a thrill of excitement ran through him. "Only one way to find out."
"By the gods, this is serious. You think it's true what they say about Endreon's treasure?"