Anecdote XXXI. A Demon Comes Home
Posted onMarch 20th, 2014 • Avigdell Malstefin sputtered awake with a groan. Something was pawing at his foot, and he jerked it away on reflex. “Hey, hey, easy!” It was just Falient. “Easy, ol’ boy. You’re alright.” The Demon looked down to see Falient bandaging his tattered foot. His other foot was already wrapped, along with the wounds on his legs and arms. The stab wounds to his sides and belly had been cauterized– the farero’s fire, no doubt, he thought– and treated with a blackish green salve. He recognized the smell. “You have falstaroot here?” the Demon was surprised. “Aye,” more »