C. I request entry into the Brotherhood of Old Birds. I don’t think many remember this story, other than how bad it was, but my story with Bok the Killer Dodo could allow entry.
Quint drew the dagger that Dilath had dropped, ducking into a defensive crouch. The Nameless surrounding him growled, spinning their long, twin-bladed swords.…
(Warning: This story will be rather gory, since it contains some Ancient Roman-esque fighting. So, if you don’t like blood, you should probably leave. Also, the reason…