The Chalice Quartet


Raulin awoke to two men yelling, one flailing to get out of the fire and the other standing and backing away from the first. He was on his feet in less than a second, making a quick decision to help Al out of the embers and to also make sure he didn’t move closer to


Al wasn’t the most observant person in the world, but even he understood that several days of cold shoulders from Raulin and Anla meant they didn’t want to speak with him. He didn’t want to talk to Sakilei, and Tel was usually speaking with the half-elf and couldn’t hold a conversation with Al, so he


“Who’s he?” Al demanded. Raulin awoke to the wizard standing over him. Annoyed, he sat up. “He’s a half-elf, like Anla.” “Yes, but who is he and why is he here?” “We rescued him and Anla last night while you were passed out. Now you have two baerds in your group to deal with.” “Where


Anla sat with hands steepled in front of her lips. “Why do I feel like I teach you something, and then you be teach me nothing?” Sakilei said. “Shh. I’m trying to think of a way to explain this. It’s not easy like the encapsulation.” He shifted in an annoyed way, but held his tongue.


While the days were still hot, or at least comfortably warm, the nights were cool to the point that Anla was pulled from sleep several times. She and Sakilei slept far from the fire, which even as embers was usually enough to keep her asleep and happy with her group. She missed them. She missed