Postcards from Kalimar: Melstrem
Postcards from Kalimar: Melstrem
“How’re you not dead, Redlocks?” The bearded monk looked up from his bowl and the massive tiger eating from it. “I’m calm. I’m no threat. Please be calm.” Melstrem took in the scene again. Bald, bearded monk covered in tattoos and a tiger so big its tongue barely fit in the bowl it ate from. “Your tattoos say you’re a thief.” Melstrem pointed. Redlocks nodded. “That…
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