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“So will you want to use the sword or your new staff first? You will have to choose one or the other, and be clear in your mind about which you will reach for if we are endangered,” Waelden said in general conversation.
Blithing follows the reclamation and rediscovery of Blithing—an ancient Rohirric stronghold—and the uncovering of its mysteries and the lives of the people who’ve tied their fates to its revival.
Maybe she hadn’t seen this book in her brother’s collection yet, or maybe she hadn’t noticed it since witnessing the mysterious door, but Leohtwyn would recognize the motif when she chanced on it: an emblem of three mountains, framed by swirling clouds. The book cover was embossed leather—the effect of the door's marble inlay was reproduced in the layered quilt-work of stitched, colored hide.
The Apuldram Apothecary, where Judyht and her sister have set up shop after emigrating from Cliving. The fairer sister tends to the gardens, both tame and wild, while the darker-haired woman tends to the shop, mixing tonics, spice blends for mulled meads and stews, poultices, and more. Visit at 3 Colt Road, Apuldram Homestead, Kingstead Meadows to cure whatever ails you.
The following morning we were at Northgyth’s door as soon as could be considered polite. Ymma answered, and ushered us in. Waelden had written a letter explaining we wanted the house, and had sufficient coin in place to make the purchase as soon as Erbrand’s grandson wished. He was ready to ride back into Edoras immediately, if Northgyth would provide an address.
Judyht was turning with her full cup when she stopped abruptly, looking sharply at him. She eyed the cat suspiciously, wondering if she should trust the feline's judgment to be so familiar. She strode over, but didn't sit. She had layers of smell to her, but not like a cook. Underneath there was something unpleasant, something acrid and medicinal. The aromas were incongruous, like she was wearing an elaborate outfit of which none of the pieces matched.