Some very short sketches.

Standard disclaimers.

1. The Stranger in the Road.


He's a human man. Another bloody shem, standing in the middle of the filthy alienage street like he owns it. He wears no tabard, but his armour is well-mended, worn with use: it broadens his shoulders, makes him - already tall - seem even taller. The longsword sheathed at his belt has seen hard use.

And if he wears patience like a cloak, if his expression is mild and even friendly, it doesn't make him one whit less dangerous.

Kallian Tabris is dangerous, too, but if she has to fight him, she doesn't think she'll win.

But if she has to, she'll still try.

It's what she does.