Relationships can be tough- especially when you’re a dungeon crawling barbarian and she’s a handmaiden of the goddess.
And what is it with all half-elves dressing like sluts?
“So,” said Golran, mighty barbarian of the Northern ice wastes, as he glared out over the rim of his tankard, “where were you last night?”
Valkeria, chief priestess of the sky people and handmaiden of the Eagle Goddess shrugged. She affected a yawn and waved halfheartedly as a gnome raiding party entered the tavern and made for the bar.
“It is so busy in here tonight,” she said. Continue reading “The Wizard’s Snake”