Kane and Bronwyn coming back from the village of the Parisii, meet someone from Kane’s other life.
The wagon rumbled back to the coastal village with Kane and Bronwyn riding in silence.
Weeks of trading and occasional party in their honor had left them fatigued. With hours of travel-time still left in their journey, they were far from talkative. Already on the road for several hours, Bronwyn was sleeping on Kane’s shoulder when he pulled up the horses.
“We are not alone.” He whispered to the groggy but waking wife.
An old man stood along the side of the road near a body of a man sprawled on the ground. The older gent was familiar to them, but he was not who they thought he was.
“Greetings slime-devil. It has been nine-years since you violated the oath of demons.” The black-eyes looked into Kane’s green.
“Well.” Kane said carefully. “Greetings Abraxas. Perhaps you have not been aware of my mate here. This…
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