Andro Rhine waited upon the docks that lined Logan’s lakefront. A cold autumn breeze picked up across the waters and blew in his face – his look was miserable. His father stepped out from a nearby goods store, but never looked up from the token he held in his hand. “Son, see here,” said Audin in an odd manner. “I’ve never beheld the likes of one of these.” “What is it?” “A Mervonel coin. Imagine that – all the way from Acrindian.” Andro glanced it over in his father’s waiting hand. Upon one side was a sea serpent in an ever-consuming circle; and upon the opposite side, a profile of a shorthaired man. At the bottom was scribed the words – Emp. Ràcnar . “Whose face is that? We have no emperor in Turra Arrither. Who would carry a coin like this to Logan?” he asked. “Gandol is a mixing place now – all kinds of folk coming in, especially with Fort Gregory underway.” Andro glowered all the more. “Don’t remind me. And now to make things worse – here comes the m...
Passage of the Acolyte & the Alliance Series