Rings of Honor

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By the time Helga had finished off the second pitcher Quibble had gotten a few more predictions out of her. Enough of them promised him a decent return from the betting office, so he didn’t mind at all to tack a copy of the predictions to the cork. Samilee lived in her memories but then she was give...

“Yes.” “Oh well, it’s your ale I’m drinking.” Helga did have a largish gulp from the second pitcher before she shuffled the cards for Thorne. At Quibble's prompting she started turning over cards again. “Thorne likes appraising situations and to try bargaining first. He got bored with what he was do...

“That sounds like she’s a winner this week.” “Sure does look that way.” Helga lifted the pitcher again. “Great. Let’s have a look at Drake’s cards. He started out hot, and then lost a lot.” “Drake it is. He destroyed the book of dark magic.” Helga announced as soon as she had shuffled the cards, cut...

“Helga! I got the names.” Quibble walked into 44 Hillstreet waving a sheet of paper. “What names?” Helga didn’t even glance up but continued with sharpening one of her many blades, all of which she had set out. “The ones for the predictions, Helga. Come one, put those daggers away and get the cards ...

Kersh is a warrior but others see him more as a craftsman. Creating things is among his talents but he’s also a man of action. In the distant past he tried a musical carrier and later on in sales. He didn’t do so well with either. But then he gained an inheritance, so it’s okay. The sun shines on hi...

Quibble snickered to himself as he alternately skipped and danced by the message board on his way to the betting office. It had been so delightfully easy to trick Helga into making a few predictions with her little cards. This week it would be him with the barrel of ale! Bridei is cold inside but on...