It was difficult to tell whether Gilliam’s or the dark-bearded dwarven merchant’s eyes went wider as Silva began producing platinum coins, one after the other, from the pouch at her waist. They were thicker than those minted by the Empire, and at first drew a skeptical glance and a snarl.
Monday, November 24, 2014
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Monday, November 17, 2014
So, working off Keith Baker's first-pass at the Warforged, I've taken a stab at 5th-editioning the Progeny.
Saturday, November 8, 2014
The press of market-goers was soon too much to make the Veiling worthwhile. Drawing up the hoods of our cloaks made our group as inconspicuous and anonymous as any other. We would have made much better time past the various stalls and booths, had not Silva or Gilliam stopped at every third or fourth to look over the offerings.