“Kira. We have guests. Could you please go and welcome them?” The wild-looking man nodded, turned, and headed for the harbour, leaving...

“Anyone?” From the moment his flint knife had begun hovering and making sounds like sheet metal rusting in the wind, life was no longer...

The Sands of Time whispered ‘Now?’ Voltumna responded in a hushed tone: “Soon…” Tsarinaya was not a place to restock, relax and soak-up...

The dream. He was in the fields tending to sheep and cattle, gathering the harvest, visiting the village of Ekrinaya, and trading goods...