Even the Dead Suffer
A Prelude to A Valley of Shadow. Skip to Part One. Lord Yemor slumped onto a log the villains had conceived to use as a bench. Peasants. How is it that these sorts never consider stealing decent furniture? The lord wondered what price he would now pay for anything bearing a cushion. A grimace parted Yemor’s lips as he looked at the dead man sitting across from him. He had not even considered what price the corpse would demand. This undead churl will undoubtedly try to ransom me himself. “They were waiting for us.” Yemor drank from a half-empty wineskin,…