Chapter 26

“I remember Broken being a lot less intense, lass.” I grumbled and dropped my self next to Bergen at the bar. “Where are we?” I asked, looking about the place. At first glance, I felt like we were in a 10th century tavern somewhere in the middle of… “Jorvik,” I said. “The Wandering Wench,” he […]
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