Chapter 6 Cracks In Fate

• I thought I had come back with an advantage but the silver-haired rogue made me wonder if I had come back with a debt.
• I found him, or perhaps he allowed himself to be found, in the narrow stone passage behind the eastern storage rooms. It was a place where the air always felt ten degrees colder, smelling of damp earth and forgotten things. Pre-dawn light bled through the high, slit-like windows, casting barred shadows across the floor like the ribs of a cage.
• He was leaning against the weeping stone wall, his silver hair catching the dull light. He didn't look like a wolf of this pack but he did look like something carved from the mountain itself… ancient, weathered, and immovable.