Deryn found her words now, though her mind still spun with this new information about her mother, “What do you mean, has plans for me? I’m no Scribe…and how long has there been a temple here? How long were you and mother Scribes? Why have you lied to me all these years?” Keep on reading!
“What do you mean?” She asked slowly, a strange feeling growing in her stomach. More silence. “Gran, tell me what you mean!” Silence, then a sigh. Renata eased her old frame, suddenly seeming tired, onto a nearby outcropping of stone and motioned for Deryn to join her. “My dear child, your mother wasn’t killed by bandits.”
Hello Adventurers! This post is the first in a series of Campaign Diaries for our Heroes of Iyastera family campaigns! The story will be told in a series of journal entries and letters from the people the adventurers meet during their travels. To begin, here are two entries from Merrick, the innkeeper at the Dancing Crow: