The Enchanted Mishaps of Elric Thorne

ss, a Pickpocket, a

ow to lie convincingly and the walk of s

el both enchanted and mildly terrified. She sipped her drink delicately, but he was certain s

r finger around the rim of h

to sit taller, only to knock over a candle with his elbow. His s

said, not botherin

actly? Thief? Spy? Trav

"Let's just say I'm

tried to read her expression, but she was far too g

asked, as though she hadn't just stolen

ecy," he

the third this week. One guy told me a talking mushroo

ened. "You m

d her head

marble halls, gripping a scroll with teeth marks on it. It was a royal notic

personal theory? She ran off to avoid marrying him. Which was fa

inn, soup shop, and shady alleyway. She's probably weari

s Miraleth herself-was currently arm-wrest

ng you're hiding somet

won t

attempt by Elric to flirt using a necromancy pun ("Are you an undead? Because my hear

im. "You're not bad

ed. "Thanks

attached. I'm

hy

e I'd rather not get pie to the fac

een the eyes. From the shadows stepped a trio of heavily a

em yelled, pointing at Mi

whipped cream

ewhere impressively hidden, and mutte