The Warlord didn’t spend a great deal of time in his home. With the pups stretching their wings and spending so much time elsewhere, the place had an empty feel to it. Once, he would have assumed that at least his wife would always be nearby. But that was denied to the ageing Warlord.
It was luck that had him airing out some blankets when Hael dropped by. He was just about to head out the door with an armful when her voice broke the silence. He looked up, and smiled fondly at the woman beyond. “I am, just” he admitted, heading to the doorway. “What can I do for you?”
Bloodletter
