It only gets worse.
A typical raid turns into a fiasco, and I have a gut feeling that this is bound to happen more than once in my lifetime. Cripes. Anyway, now Kari and I are on the run from every bounty hunter, justice nut, and hero hopeful in the Old World. Judging from our rather erratic course, I'd say we'll be knocking on Seyruun's gates any day now. Of course, I don't expect a warm welcome seeing how Seyruun is the capital of white magic and justice. In fact, it's the last thing I'll be expecting...
Get along to the next chapter!
