In less than a minute, the street was swarming with the Chosen's forces.

In only a second, Valerie was the only one left standing against the bugbear.

“Ladies, gentlemen,” Arden greeted, resting his hands on his cane. “How can I help you?”

It was a miracle they didn't get lost.

Lochmire Keep was a big city. There was no telling the sort of trouble he could get into on his own.

The three girls stumbled back into the Scaled Maiden well after last call, when everyone in the tavern should have either gone home or gone to bed.

Once they had Kiva, the first order of business was going clothes shopping.

“Hello, brave hero!”

"Ready?" Valerie asked.

List grinned. "Born that way."

“We should be safe here.”

Tien Ro was having a rough week.

“See you at the gallows, Snake.”

If he could contribute, really contribute, to Al-Sakr's mission to kill the traitor Az-Akat, Kaleb could prove that he belonged. That Al-Sakr hadn't made a mistake in taking him in.

And now, he'd been given a chance.

This was no longer just Bad News. This was about to be a fight.

This was going to be too easy.

Xigbar was hungry, lonely, and out of money.

Many cultures on Asher had an autumn holiday connected in some way to the departed. But where Corsar had the Hallowing, the day Saint Vax gathered up all the lost souls in the land and shepherded them to the afterlife, Xykesh had Threshart.

The kobolds were a lot more hospitable after the tall ones had saved the lives of not just their hero, but all five of the pups that the dire maggot had attacked.

The sewer junction they'd been taken to was home to a village of kobolds.

"We really go to the nicest places."