Steinveld placed his book beside him, his eyes never leaving us. He was unarmed, however his stern features brooked no…
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The Mycroft Journals Entry 011: The Tools of Murder
I left the inn and hurried towards the ruined church, all thought of shadows and anonymity gone. I had one…
The Mycroft Journals Entry 010: Shadows and Stories
Menw led us to a cave about half a mile from the road. Dismounting before he reached the entrance, he…
The Mycroft Journals Entry 009: The Power of Names
I visited the armoury. There were pikes, swords and clubs of various descriptions. Useful for the militia but of no…
The Mycroft Journals Entry 008: The right weapon for the right hunt
I woke next evening in the cell Prince Emrick had provided us. Pangs of hunger gnawed at me however, shortly…