Story fragment from when I was trying to nap Show more
“Every robe hides its lies,” the saying went, and Aryina knew that better than most.
She stood at the edge of the Red Cliff, wearing her own lies in abbreviated form, the ring armor hidden under her red tabard. They weren’t expecting an attack today; none of their scouts had gotten wind of anything at all. Still, she found herself here, looking over the Blood Valley, dressed for battle.