The mantle of night was still draped over Old Nan’s Manor when who should waltz in but Drizzt Do’Urden himself,...
It was a lazy afternoon at Old Nan’s Manor, the kind of day where stories seem to hang in the...
On an otherwise uneventful afternoon at Old Nan’s Manor, the sudden, forceful opening of the front door heralded the arrival...
The morning air was still crisp with the remnants of the night’s rain when a figure as solid and enduring...
The day was waning into a soft, golden twilight when she, Catti-brie, walked into Old Nan’s Manor, her presence like...
The day had unfurled itself like any other at Old Nan’s Manor until the air itself seemed to shimmer, heralding...
