Umber

Hanen cradled a glass of strange, musky wine as he watched the progress of Klavicus’ seven saviors. Opa Skarp had departed shortly after they had seen the old balor revived and on the road to recovery. Hanen’s ability to spy on the demon had failed shortly after; no doubt Klavicus had grown well enough to realize he was being watched. Skarp assumed that the daimon, as he insisted on calling him, would be returning shortly, but he assumed incorrectly; days dragged on and Hanen was left alone anxious and, over time, a little bored. Read the rest of this entry »