THE THIEVES OF CAVELYN
There came three more taps at my door before I realized that I was no longer dreaming. With a grunt I forced myself to my feet, blinking slumber from my eyes and adjusting to the gloom. I cracked the door and peered through the narrow gap into the cold, snow-blanketed night.
I need not have bothered. A hoarse whisper greeted me from beyond the dooryard.
Its me, Kyle. Let me in.
For a long moment I contemplated doing so. I had an inkling of why he was here it wasnt his first visit. I wished he wouldnt bother me anymore. But I opened the door anyway to bid Lorin entrance.
Inside he shrugged off his traveling cloak and proceeded to kindle a fire in the hearth. Put it out! I hissed, shutting the door tightly against both cold a