Author name: Tim Baril

He sat alone in the expensive inn bedroom, unable to enjoy the beauty of it. It was nearly noon and […]

Hadiin lay slumped up against the corner of the bedroom, his hand on his stomach, a river of blood oozing

More and more people entered the Guild hall and streamed towards the crowd. Weesely and his men were among them.

Ice cream was selling like…well, ice cream on a hot day to people who’d never had it before. Hadiin and

Rays of sunlight flickered through distant treetops. On the other side of the town wall, male voices called and grumbled.

The first problem they faced was money. As in, they actually had some for once. But they couldn’t very well

Hadiin was happily humming to himself when Marian showed up.  “Oh! You sold all the leather already?” she asked in

The Belleville Merchants Guild was not — quite — ostentatious. After all, this was merely a town, not a city. However,

Hadiin It took him a pathetically long time to return to the wagon. He was struck, in turn, by periods

A stone-headed arrow punched through the canvas side of the wagon, narrowly missing Marian’s head. She ducked and another poked