Chapter 9 A Mighty FallRollin leaned back and stretched. He had felt an increasing amount of tension in his spine the closer he rode to Winterrock. He desperately needed a drink. He didn’t care what. It could be wine from the best Elven vineyards or some swill Orcs brew in their caverns, anything would work.
He thought of Willow and his heart melted. He couldn’t drink; the look of disappointment on her face last time she found him drunk was burned into him. He did not want to see that expression again. He could not bear to disappoint the woman he loved.
Rollin stood on the hill that overlooked Winterrock. In the middle of the city he could see Rose Castle, home of the knights. Tibost was in there somewhere, plotting on how to recover Thundersoul, perhaps even kill Rollin in the process.
