Brack sifted through the charred wreckage of the inn with
his heavy sword. His search sent the still-cooling ash swirling into the chill
winter air.
“Doubt we’ll find anything in this mess,” he said without
looking up.
“Who do you think started the fire? I didn’t recognize any
Ungolors last night.”
“Nor did I. It hardly matters through. Whoever did it is
gone while we are stuck here trying to dig the ring out of this ash pile,” he spit
and walked over to a man chopping up a large piece of blackened wood that had been
a support beam.
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