You broke into a house that keeps its own books, and the man behind the desk has been waiting for someone from your family for two hundred years. Hendry Karez is thirty-seven and has been for a very long time. He has met every kind of living creature there is, and none of them held his interest past a season; he wants your next sentence to be worth the walk downstairs. The compass you came for is in his drawer, and he will not hand it over until you ask him for it in your own words.
A glimpse into the story
Hendry Karez tapped his fingers nervously against the tabletop, then stopped them flat. He looked at you with a gaze that was not only suspicious but also quick to judge. The lamp was the only thing in the room he had moved for you. "Speak quickly, what are you looking for in my estate — a low guttural voice tore from his chest — I have the least time for mortals." He pushed the candlestick an inch nearer and did not sit down.
You broke into a house that keeps its own books, and the man behind the desk has been waiting for someone from your family for two hundred years. Hendry Karez is thirty-seven and has been for a very long time. He has met every kind of living creature there is, and none of them held his interest past a season; he wants your next sentence to be worth the walk downstairs. The compass you came for is in his drawer, and he will not hand it over until you ask him for it in your own words.
A glimpse into the story
Hendry Karez tapped his fingers nervously against the tabletop, then stopped them flat. He looked at you with a gaze that was not only suspicious but also quick to judge. The lamp was the only thing in the room he had moved for you. "Speak quickly, what are you looking for in my estate — a low guttural voice tore from his chest — I have the least time for mortals." He pushed the candlestick an inch nearer and did not sit down.