Session 24 - Council Consultations

General Summary

11 Quickening

Having traveled through most of the night, shortly after dawn the party caught sight of the walls of Englemarket ahead. An hour or two more and the team was at the gates themselves. As they passed through the gate-guard gives them a bit of a salute, "We heard ye was gonna do som'in about the attacks and kidnappings. Did ye find their vile den?"

Janora sighed, "We found something yes, and destroyed it, but there may still be more of the demonspawn about? We rescued two farmers and sent them on ahead, do you have a record of them showing up last night?"

After getting the description of the two individuals, the guard took a moment to consult the logbook, "No, ain't nobody fitting those descriptions been through here in a few days. But you said old Arvil had a busted leg? Likely they holed themselves up in one of the abandoned farmhouses once it started getting dark."

Taking their leave of the guard, the team headed for the Mayor's office, but decided to take a quick detour to the temple to deliver the remains of the elven girl that they had found. Old Vilte, the eldery priestess of Istus was just coming out of the shrine into the main courtyard. She was quite surprised to see the group of adventurers this early in the morning, but smilied broadly. "I see that you are all well, I do hope that my advice proved useful."

Ell smiled back in response, "Quite useful, thank you. We did have something that we hoped we could leave with you. We retrieved the body of this young girl and we were hoping that you could give her last rites and possibly let her family know...if she is from around here."

"There was some kind of fiend using the body as part of the ritual," added Janora. "We felt it was better to bring the body back so that it could be laid to rest properly and cleansed of any taint."

"Certainly, certainly," said Vilte somberly, "we would be happy to lay the girl to rest." Waving down several lesser priests of her own order, Denye and Ell handed over the body and the priest carried her carefully into the shrine and through a door at the back.

Saying their goodbyes quickly, the party made their way across the plaza to present themselves at the Town Hall. The mayor was in already and the team was quickly ushered into her office. Mayor Anenea Lithino was at her desk reading through some papers, but as the party entered she leaned back in her chair and said, "I had heard that you went out yesterday on a scouting misson. Can I assume that you dealt with whatever was creating these demonspawn?"

Janora nodded, "We did indeed. We have also returned the body of one of the town's daughters. Some sort of dark, vile creature was using it as part of a ritual to summon an even darker creature. But we defeated him, stopped this dark ritual, and even sealed the rip in space that it had created."

"My goodness," said Mayor Anenea, "worse you say than those monsters that have been grabbing farmers?"

"Much. much worse," said Ell nodding vigorously. Janora confirmed as well, "At the end of the day the demonspawn were really nothing more than dangerous, feral animals. What we found in that crypt was significantly more dangerous."

"Well," said the mayor, "I...I don't quite know what to say. Thank you doesn't begin to say enough. I shall have to write to the queen and tell her of your bravery."

Ell's smile returned, "I believe you also said something about some gold as well. It does really help with our travel expenses."

"I haven't forgotten," said the mayor with a laugh. Pulling out a key from a chain around her neck, she turned to a heavy chest in the corner and brought out three large sacks of coin. "That should be sufficient I believe. Thank you again for helping rid the town of this threat."

Jilken told the mayor of the two farmers that they had rescued, but who hadn't made it back to town. She agreed with the guard that they had likely gone to ground for the night, but she promised to sent out a search party. Jilken also warned that while they killed many demonspawn and took out the larger threat, there was no guarantee that they had killed all of them."

The mayor looked worried at that until Denye reassured her that without the greater threat to create more of the demonspawn, any that remained would be easy enough to pick off as needed.

"Besides," said Jilken with a shrug, "We can't stay to help clean up, we have urgent business in the north."

With that ominous statement, the party members made their goodbyes and were preparing to leave when Janora remembered that they had one last stop to make in town. Heading over to Thyco's, the old Wayfinder was quite surprised to see the party back so soon, but was thrilled to hear all about what had happened in the old crypts. He was amazing to hear that the ancient crypts belonged to a minotaur tribe but even more fascinated by the strange person that had taken control of Ell and been causing such mischief.

After a good hour of this and Thyco asking the same question for a third time...just to make sure he got it right, Janora called a halt, citing their urgent summons to Wexwood. With that final duty completed the party headed east towards Haven. More importantly, to the closest corner of forest.
Once there, Janora used their dog staff to etch a circle in the road around the party. As before the pressure built within the circle as if the trees and bushes were leaning in to listen. Once completed, Janora took their place and called out the final words of the spell. Bringing the dogstaff down, the circle flew apart like a soap bubble bursting. Janora looked at the others with a grin, "Right, follow me and stay on the path. I don't really know where you would end up otherwise."

With those cheery words, the witch mounted the large mastiff and started north along the path. The others followed and within an hour or so found the road that ran from Port Frost to Wexwood.

Shortly after noon our adventurers found themselves approaching Wexwood. It was clear that the Watcher had not been idle in his preparations for war. Several companies were encamped in the fields surrounding the city, with the air full of the sound of shouts and metal on metal as sergeants drilled their troops. Even the walls of the city were busier, with twice the number of guards and the addition of large ballistae and huge cauldrons on chains.

The party was stopped at the gate and told that Watcher Dusthelm had left word that they were requested at the Keep upon arrival. Acknowledging the request, the party stopped at the Shoe and Grain stable to leave the horses with Connack Pretera'sedrin and made their way through town and up the long steps to the Keep.

Presenting themselves at the fortress gate, the party was led down the now familiar hall towards the Watcher's office. But rather than stopping, they were lead another 100ft or so down the hall to a large set of double doors with four Woodguard standing sentry. One of the doors stood open and a tall Tayledras woman with bleached white hair and sapphire eyes stood just inside. Dressed in an ornate set of robes in yellows and oranges, cut to suggest either flames or a flower blossom, she stopped the party and asked if they had any objection to being scanned for scrying magic.

Denye got super excited and started digging through her bag. Pulling out the small lead box, she showed it to the elf, "Actually we do have this. I have learned that it is connected to another object and whoever handed this out can listen in on this one. I have been trying to ascertain exactly who it is connected to, but so far all we have been able to learn is that the other end is somewhere north."

The Tayledras' eyes got huge as she took the box and lifted the lid for a moment before dropping it back in place. "This is quite interesting, where did you find this? The weave of the spells looks somewhat similar to other communication spells that I've seen."

Jilken barked a short laugh, "Took it off the corpse of some bandits that thought we were easy marks."

"Well," said the elf shaking her head, "this will have to wait for a bit." With that she handed it to one of the guards and told him to deliver it to her warded workroom. Picking up a large reddish feather, she swept it over each of the party members. When it did not react she nodded and gestured them into the room.

This chamber proved to be approximately 50ft square and seemed to have been carved from a solid block of stone. Mage lights hung in the air over a large horseshoe shaped table where a half-dozen people stood or sat, speaking softly and in small groups. Two long tables on either side of the room held several additional people, although they seemed more like functionaries. Against the back wall hung a large, detailed map of the Wextara Pass and the surrounding valley.

Surveying the assembled council, Watcher Gelestro was not present, but it was clear that this was to be a war council, with several Shin'a'in and two Tayledras speaking with Wayfinder Shalana Emorin. There was also a middle aged human man in the Guard blues of Haven speaking with a younger human man and a dwarf with flame red hair.

As the party approached the table, Shalana broke away from her conversation and came towards them. "Well, I am quite pleased to see that you all are well. Now what was that about a demon?"

Denye pulled out her notebook and started flipping pages, giving the Wayfinder a condensed version of their visit to Englemarket and the dark summoning ritual the team had disrupted.

As Denye was telling the story, one of the Tayledras, dressed in ice blues and greens, drifted over and asked, "Excuse me, but did you say you closed a planer rift? Where exactly was this?"

Denye nodded vigerously, "Well, it was Janora who actually dispelled it, but it was in a minotaur crypt a day or so west of Englemarket."

"Hmmm," said the elderly looking elf, "We will send someone down to take a look. That's the third rift I have heard of opening in the past moon. Perhaps by comparing the sites we will be able to learn what is causing them."

The elf was about to introduce himself when the Watcher entered, flanked by two of his generals. Calling the meeting to order, the commander nodded to Dawnblossom, the wizard who had scanned them at the door. Closing the doors she cupped her hands and whispers into it as a golden light began glow and a light wind begins to spin around her, bringing the scent of damp moss. Holding out her hands, Dawnblossom poured the light over the door, filling in an invisible sigil over the door and jumping to other hidden sigils around the room, which lit up in turn, forming a scrying barrier around the room.

"Thank you for coming," the Watcher began, looking around the room at the gathered council, "All of you know something of the threat that is brewing in the north. Most of the northern tribes of goliath, troll, and goblinoid have gathered under the banner of a self-styled 'Master Dark'. Not only that, this Master Dark seems to have also captured command of at least several Far Reaches clans.

These forces are have been gathering outside the goliath city of Glorkilha. Thanks to the fearless scouts we have a fairly accurate count of their numbers. The news is not good...as things stand we are at a 3:2 disadvantage." Turning to the red-haired dwarf, he asked, "Helmspeaker Trolljaw Trolljaw, any word from Low Queen Rhyshammer?"

The dwarf nodded, "Aye I have, but as I predicted the news is not good. I regret to say that most of her forces are occupied in repelling a duergar invasion. She has promised that as soon as Bel Dorahl and the Halls Below are safe, she will send aid."

"Let us hope for swift victory then," said the Watcher. Turning to address the young man with floppy brown hair, he asked, "And Prince Danzor, have you a response from Lord Veterial?"

The young man nodded and flicked the hair out of his face with shake of his head. "Indeed sir," he drawled, "Lord Veterial agreed that war was bad for business in the long run. As you know Dreford does not have a military as such, but the Tyrant has engaged two mercenary companies. They should be here in a fortnight once the wizard is able to gather the power necessary for a gate."

This last was said with something a question as if he was reading a message and didn't fully understand what it meant. Clearly, the Tayledras in ice did. Leaning forward they asked, " Do you know which wizard has been engaged?"

Pimnan shrugged, "I don't believe....wait here it is. Yes, a merc mage by the name of Mykwol Sparkstone, no other information."

The elf leaned back in satisfaction, "I know her, I should be able to aid her. Assuming the companies are ready we should be able to have them here inside of a week."

That brought a smile to the Watcher's face and he nodded, "Thank you Wintersong for volunteering. Commander Damasa, what is the latest word from Haven?"

The man in the dark blue uniform nodded, "The militias from Paxtopa and Yabrad province arrived yesterday, adding an additional 200 souls. I also expect another 300 from Rubresh and Uplor within the next week. No word yet on Hosmal or Eskar." This last was said looking directly at Ell Darnet who missed the look entirely as the young noble stared at the large map, trying to memorize it all.

Watcher Gelestro quickly picked up the thread. That is good to hear. With those reinforcements, we should be about even in numbers. Still, I believe we have an opportunity to abort this war before it is begun. The weakness of our foe is that the leadership rests with one person, this Master Dark. If we were to find a way to strike the head from the snake as it were, there is a chance that the army will fall apart."

"But who is this Master Dark?" asked Commander Damasa. "And why does he want to invade?"

The dwarven general who entered with Watcher Gelestro muttered, "Because he thinks we're soft and easy targets."

The Wexwood commander held up his hand to silence the dwarf, "Beyond his title we know very little. The scouts have brought back copies of his sigil, but we don't even know what race he is. When I asked Wayfinder Emorin to consult the Archive, we found several books destroyed. "

The Wayfinder mutters, "We still haven't found out how those vandals got in."

"Indeed," agreed Gelestro, "Having just returned from a successful mission, I asked these adventurers to take a copy of the sigil to Haven and consult the Library along with presenting my request to Queen Askhevron. Denye, were you able to discover any information on the sigil that could give us a clue?"

Denye nodded vigorously and then stopped. "Well yes and no. The black and red star, referred to as the Eclipsed Star, was used by Kelveren Darkhold during the War of the Mad. But we were unable to determine what the addition of the reversed ziggurat means. Labradorite was only able to find one mention of such. Some fifty years ago a bloodmage named Bezil Kug displayed the ziggurat within a circle of blood."

At the name Kelvern the Shin'a'in and the Tayledras stiffened in their seats, but at the name Bezil Kug the Tayledras' faces blanched. The Shin'a'in rider looked confused at his cousins for a moment, before another Shin'a'in, this one dressed all in black with a black veil covering most of their face, leaned down and spoke in his ear. As they did so, Warleader Qwillon's face paled as well.

The Tayledras scout leader stood and slammed his fist on the table. "If gods forbid, Kelveren has returned in some way, he must be stopped. Last time he almost broke the world with his arrogance and greed."

Wayfinder Emorin snorted, "And how exactly would he have returned?"

The Tayledras shook his head, "It matters not, only that he is stopped as quickly as possible."

Watcher Gelestro held up a hand for silence. "I agree that something needs to be done, that is why we are here after all. But let us hear all the information before shooting down each others suggestions. I believe that the latest report from the scouts presents an opportunity."

A large wolf-like creature with a larger skull and thick legs stood and stretched before padding into the center of the horseshoe. Dropping to his haunches, he surveyed the table before a dry, furry voice spoke in everyone's mind, "The warcamp at Glorikila remains at size. There continues to be much fighting between the various groups to the point that the leaders have spread the camps apart in order to separate them. Part of this it seems is due to the fact that Master Dark is not currently there to maintain command. He has retreated to a mountain stronghold to 'gather himself' for the invasion. We have learned that this stronghold is along the northern side of the Carsano Range. Thorn Company is still tracing the exact location, but we have learned the name of this fortress...Bel Khildor."

Two things happened at that name. The first was Helmspeaker Trolljaw dropping her hammer on the stone floor in shock. The second was that Denye began going through her bag again.

The firey dwarf looked at the kyree in disbelief, "Where did you say this bastard was?"

"Bel Khildor," replied the kyree, "it's something of a legend among the trolls. Everyone has heard of it, but no one knows where it is, only somewhere in the mountains."

"Beneath the Stone Tooth," answered Hanwalyn, "Bel Khildor was the lost stronghold of my uncle, Durgeddin the Black. His clan was devastated and he took the survivors and found a hidden spot to rebuild where he could attack the trolls responsible for destroying his family. No one has heard from him in over a century."

Denye pulled out the scroll case the party had found while exploring the Sunless Citadel. Carved in ancient dwarven runes was the name Bel Khildor and inside was the remains of a waterlogged noted that read, '… the remaining few. By order of Durgeddin the Black, we have created a secret dwarven redoubt. None shall find us; however, …'

Watcher Gelestro eyes had narrowed as this exchange had continued. Leaning forward, he placed both hands on the table in front of him before looking around at the others gathered. "Frankly I do not care who he is or why he is attacking. If we have a chance to end this with a minimum of bloodshed, I think we should take it."

Turning to the party he asked, "You four did excellent work with the goblins, would you be willing to take on this mission to infiltrate Bel Khildor and kill Master Dark? I am willing to accept surrender, but I do not think with a name like that he would be willing."

Denye looked pained, "We would have to know where it is first?"

Gelestro nodded, "Graww'l and Jothel can take you to wear the rest of the Thorn Company is searching. I'm sure with this knowledge of the Stone's Tooth, they will be able to identify the site by the time you reach them.

Jilken leaned forward, "While we are gone, you might also try to encourage that mistrust and ill-will in the enemies forces. Every little bit will help and with luck they will just all fight among themselves.

Helmspeaker Hanwalyn insisted on being allowed to join the party, saying that it was a family matter. Ell and Jilken were both a little mistrustful of the dwarf, but in the end agreed when she seemed sincere. There was some more discussion, but it was soon clear that the primary business had been dealt with for the day, and Watcher Gelestro called the meeting to a close.

Dawnblossom broke the wards around the room and opened the door, but came over to Denye to deliver a letter, before promising to investigate the coin further.

Catching the Wayfinder as she hurried out, Janora delivered the replacement books to Shalana who was quite grateful that the team had carried them all this way. The witch returned to the party just as Graww'l and Jothel, a halfling scout, approached. After a short discussion it was decided that the strike team would leave in the morning. The adventurers were shown to a pair of rooms in the Keep, where they were able to drop their gear, get some food and rest.

12 Quickening

The next morning Jothel, ready and eager to ride, met the team at breakfast. Finishing their meal quickly the party grabbed their gear and met up with Jothel and Hanwalyn at the front gate. Making their way over to the stables they met Graww'l who had already brought word to Connack to ready the horses.

Jothel turned out to have a mountain pony quite like the party's. Hanwalyn on the other hand brought out two Toocrix, enormous flightless birds with bright blue heads and wicked looking beaks. For a moment, Janora looked like they were considering asking to ride one of the birds but decided against it and called up a large Mastiff to ride.

Once everyone was settled, Graww'l sprang up and dashed away up the road. Jothel laughed and gestured to the party to follow, saying, "He really don't much like the city." The halfling followed the road west until they were past the various encampments and then broke north overland.

The pace set by Jothel was steady, but not breakneck, and by mid-morning the team was through the Pass itself and into the Northern Reaches. Notably colder on this side of the mountains, it was even still possible to see snow in sheltered, shaded pockets. Turning eastward, the scouts threaded the team through the foothills along the Carsano Range.

The kyree spent most of the day ranging far ahead of the party and sending back mental messages of warnings or direction to his partner. It was thanks to Graww'l that shortly after midday the party were able to hide from a group of Far Reaches tribesman who were passing though.

There were 30 or so tribesmen, ranging in height from 5ft to almost 7ft. In appearance they were mostly human, with square jaws and overlarge eyebrow ridges, and were dressed in furs and thick wools. Most carried longbows, but all of them had a large red fox either followed beside or curled around the man's neck.

Watching them head westward Jothel mused, "Headed for Glorkhila most likely. I never heard of Red Fox, they must be from the far Far Reaches." Shrugging to himself, he got the party moving again and just before sunset, Graww'l spoke to everyone's mind to report he had found a cave for the campsite."

Large enough for even the horses, the entrance was still small enough that it could be blocked off somewhat so that the light of the fire wasn't visible. Everyone was glad of the fire and the cave, for as night fell the temperature began to drop as a cold wind blew in from the north.

13 Quickening

The day proved to be much as the previous, but the terrain was becoming more wooded. This time it was Graww'l himself who ordered everyone to find cover. A moment after he did so, the sound of crashing trees became audible and the party scrambled to hide behind a rocky ridge. 3 rock giants, monsters 14ft tall and looking like small mountains themselves, pushed through the trees ahead and continued past without spotting the party.

That afternoon Graww'l reported that the other scouts had found the Stone's Tooth. They had also found the entrance, a set of large stone doors guarded by bugbears. The kyree promised that the team would be there by midday tomorrow.

By the time the party made camp, it was possible to clearly see the Tooth ahead, a sharp thin pillar of rock that stood alone, dwarfing the nearby foothill. Camp for the night was under the boughs of a large evergreen. Once again the northern wind blew and before long it was possible to see one's breath, even in the dim light from the long fire that Jothel had built.

14 Quickening

By late morning the party was in place. They had found a dirt track and followed it until it broke out of the woods a mile or so from the entrance. After a quick look at the door ahead, they found a small pocket valley to discuss the plan.

Jothel and Graww'l would stay outside with the mounts, but no one was particularly in favor of a frontal assault. Moving up to the tree line to get a better look at the overall mountain, Jilken spotted a thin trickle of smoke that rose from a third of the way up the slope.

Denye sent Helenwye to fly up and see if the pseudodragon could find the source of the smoke. That source proved to be a crack in the rock that led down to a smoldering fire below. At Denye's mental command the small lizard began flying back, but on her way spotted a cave or tunnel in the far side of the slope. Investigating closer proved that whatever it was, the entrance was filled with rocks and tangles of vines and brambles.

By the time Helenwye returned, the party had decided to explore the chimney as a way to sneak inside. Denye cast Mage Armor on both herself and Ell, both glowing silver for a moment before it recedes into a faint silver aura. Janora took the suggestion as well and cast Armor of Agathys on themselves, coating their hat and shoulders with ice crystals. Graww'l volunteered to scout ahead and the team began scaling the slope. The incline was not bad here on the lower slopes, but the ground was shale and had a tendency to break suddenly. The underbrush was a problem as well, thick and tangled.

It took several hours to reach the natural crack in the cliff and the smoke was mostly gone before they got there. Without Helenwye to guide them from the air, they might have missed it. But it proved to be as Denye had described, a natural chimney that dropped about 50ft and was wide enough for all of the party to descend.

Once everyone had a chance to look it over, Janora pulled out a packet of Dust of Disappearance and sprinkled over Denye. The Corva wizard glided down, avoiding the dying coals, and landed in the dark room. A natural cavern with a hall leaded northwest, the room was empty save for a pile of bones and broken pottery and a few large cauldrons thrown to the side.

As the others threw down a rope and began making their way down, Denye, still invisible, scouted down the hall. The tunnel opened up into a larger cavern that was also empty. Several rough bedrolls were spread around and there were crates and barrels along several of the walls. Three tunnels led off from the room with a fourth carved hall leading to a set of double doors.

There was also another side chamber that was blocked off by a gate. Beyond the gate were two people sleeping in piles of dirty straw. Calling Ell over, Denye asked, "Do you think you could pick this lock? If they are prisoners they might have information."

Ell peered at the lock, "If it isn't cursed or something, I should do. We are in the lair of a purported master of darkness after all." Casting Mage Hand he shook the lock. As the gate clanged lightly, it was enough to wake one of the prisoners.

Scrambling to his knees he called out, "Please...please help us. I don't know what they are keeping us for and I don't want to find out."

Ell shushed him loudly and whispered, "If you don't bring down the guards on us we're gonna try. Who are you? What's going on?"

Poking the other man awake, the first prisoner replied, "I'm a trapper. I don't really know what is going on. I was in the mountains tracking some of the predator cats when I was jumped by a bunch of grey-skinned bastards. They brought me here three, four days ago....I dunno, it's hard to tell time in here."

The gate swung open and Ell stood up. Pointing at the other prisoner he asked, "And what's your story?"

The first prisoner shrugged and spoke up, "Don't rightly know his story. He's not what you would call...a talker." The other man, now awake and clearly a Far Reach tribesman, opened his mouth displaying quite clearly that his tongue had been cut out.

"No tongue, that would prove a challenge to talk," said Ell with a laugh. Over the messenger earring he said, "The fact that someone cut out his tongue makes me think he knows something. Anybody have a way to read minds?"

Jilken looked up from the crate she was investigating and looked about ready to say something when Janora said, "Actually yes, I do." Stepping up to the bars Janora cast Detect Thoughts. The man was surprised and his thoughts whirled madly for a time.

Ell asked again, "What's your story?"

The images in the man's mind came into focus and Janora relayed them as they passed. A circle of huts and being forced to leave, traveling through the woods living off the land, being captured by bugbears. The final scene most chilling, a certain familiar face cutting out the man's tongue and eating it in front of him.

Janora asked, "So was it just malice or did this bugbear have another reason to cut out your tongue?"

The tribesman shrugged and sent an image of himself yelling as he was bound and carried along.

Ell made a face and asked, "Do you know where you are? Or anything about Master Dark?"

At that name, the tribesman dropped to his knees. The scene he sent was an argument with his tribe elders, his refusal to join the warband going to fight for this Master Dark. And then the scene repeated where he is expelled from the tribe, his companion lynx killed.

Neither of the men knew much more and Janora quickly ushered them to the rope and potentially freedom. While the witch did that, Denye, still invisible, scouted out the other tunnels. Two of the them led into a long open room with a carved hall on the end. Finding several doors, the wizard returned to the party to report that she had not seen anyone yet.

The team began to explore the large cavern that was piled with trade goods, foodstuffs, and other commodities. One of the piles seemed to partially block off a tunnel. Denye scrabbles over it and into the tunnel beyond where she found a rusted iron gate. Strangely all the bars were stuffed full of straw, sacking, or even clothes.

Denye called the others over and they examined the door. Jilken tried to listen through the stuffing, but all she could hear was a faint buzzing. At first Janora advocated that the team should leave it alone, but then their curiosity got the better of them and they pulled the part of it out so they could look through. The room beyond was clearly dwarven with a large set of natural stairs leading down. As Janora peered around the the source of the buzzing became apparent...as a large red bug flew at Janora's face. The witch stuffed the cloth back in the hole and held it as the bug attacked.

Hanwalyn smiled a bit, "Well I think we found the way to Bel Khildor. And even better, we found some bugs to smash."

Ell looked confused, "But isn't this Bel Khildor already? There are clearly people living here."

The dwarf laughed, "This is all just the entrance. Most of these are natural caves that they found as they dug. No, my uncle was a paranoid bugger. I wouldn't be surprised if there is another level before we get to the stronghold itself."

Jilken shrugged, "If we go in and shut the gate behind us it should muffle any sounds of fighting...at least up here." Looking at Ell she asked, "Can you pick that lock?"

Ell cracked his knuckles and pulled out his lockpick set. "Only one way to see," he said kneeling before the lock. In less than a minute the young man stood, putting away his tools and pushing the gate open slightly.

Report Date

04 Jun 2021