Song of the Venturing Owl (Part 6)

Sev’s gait didn’t crunch the wood underneath, but occasionally, we found a rotten board and I squeaked and leapt forward, and he ambled after me. “I’m the quartermaster,” Sev explained. “So we’re going to be looking to replace some of the swords and utensils we lost.” “When did you lose swords?” I asked. “The first … Read moreSong of the Venturing Owl (Part 6)