It was impossible.

At every turn, the Knight barred her path.  She had attempted slipping through an inn window only to tread upon him sleeping beneath. After that particular escape, poison was her next attempt. She ground her teeth as she watched every morsel purified by holy rite before entering Fat And Foul's mouth. At one point, she was degraded further when the knight swiped a poison blow-dart out of the air and flung it back at her. As she scrambled from her perch in a tree,  she could have sworn she heard the blasted man laughing! Was he enjoying himself?

Tania clenched her jaw as she crouched amidst dark, tangled trees and tried to ignore the icy rainwater dripping down her neck. 

Sir Thayne of Allenbrooke, so the others cal...

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