Fyskar: Ch 17

Eoin sat at a well-lit desk overlooking a sunny courtyard. A variety of apothecary materials, flasks, burners, droppers lay scattered across it’s polished surface. A mortar and pestle stood unused at the far end of the table. Eoin faced into the sun-filled room, back resting against the table edge to push the tension from his … Continue reading Fyskar: Ch 17