Walden shrugged, draining half his ale and then sitting back. Rabastan couldn't run screaming. They were in a public place. Walden was very good at abducting people. He had a lot of practice. "Revenge. Your father belonged to me."
He looked at Rabastan. "I don't think you killed him. I don't think you've got the stomach for it. I think it was my son. Was it?"
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
