Scaleheart Agency Mysteries

I splash cold water on my face, and rub the sleep from my eyes, the clattering of the empty Ursas Kiss bottle makes me wince as it rolls noisily across the room, I forget where it was and kicked it as I walk to the windows to pull the shutters closed, I need it dark and quiet in here. I sit at the desk and look at my notes, a list of people I want to talk to is all I have, that and two of the victims were being followed by someone in a cloak, they also felt in need of protect

The first thing I do is sketch the sigil I saw on the tree, þœ, I’ll check my spell book for anything similar, if I can’t find it I’ll check the town library. I must’ve obliterated those memories, it’s not in my spell book and for the life of me, well hopefully not my life, I can’t remember where I’ve seen this. I down half of the first flagon of ale and bite into the chicken, the skin is crispy and subtly seasoned, the flesh is juicy and savory, Ness is a true master of flav

The kennel is fitted with fifteen pens, each houses one or two hounds, Silvar races in and tosses chicken hearts and livers to all the dogs then pulls a rope opening doors letting the dogs out into the fenced area around the kennel. Between the pens is a narrow pathway, the kennel smells like dog shit and urine, despite Silvar’s best efforts to keep it clean, it still reeks, and I do my best to keep my breakfast down. At the end of the hall is Fenn Wolffang, his body his stif

The pounding on the door felt like someone cast thunderclap inside my skull. Each knock rattling my bones and shaking my brain, pulses of light pierced my vision with each rap at the door. “Coming, I’m coming,” I say, the room spins as I stand too quickly and after a couple steadying steps, I’m at the door. Two town guards stand at attention as I open the door, Becca the incompetent barmaid stands between them. “This is the traveler,” she says nodding and smiling. I feel a se

Well, it happened again. Kicked out of another adventuring group. I take out a parchment scroll from my pack and unravel it. A list of adventuring parties I’ve joined and subsequently been removed from after one blunder or another. I mumble an incantation and move my finger across the fourteenth on the list, Morkan and the half-orcs. So long Morkan, it’s not my fault the spell backfired, well, maybe it’s partially my fault, but how was I supposed to know that you didn’t want