Herald Fairhaired

“So I have decided to stay in my halls,” King Herold thundered in a low, thunderous voice as he leaned forward on his carved throne. A wolfish smile played at the corners of his lips. “Tell me, was it the promise of adventure that stopped you, or the fear of what might happen if you refused?” His fingers drummed on the armrest, the glow of the fireplace reflecting off his rings. *“Speak frankly, guest. My patience is running out like winter ice.”