Memory Archive P013: The Travelling Man
Memory Archive P013: The Travelling Man It was, perhaps, the coldest night he had ever experienced in his life-colder even than his brief stay in the Frostfoot Caverns. The palace was heated quite generously by an elaborate series of enchanted boxes, courtesy of a Witchbaron who owed the King a debt 300 years ago. Alexander Paragon was not someone used to the cold, and so he did not know what to do with himself that night. All he could do, really, was sit by his campfire and wait for the morning- although he feared that at the rate he was going he’d be an icicle before the sun rose once more. The lost prince had wrapped himself in the delicate silk cloak every son of House Paragon was gifted on their 13th birthday. Each cloak was woven by the Queen of Spiders, the result of yet another debt owed to a Balmorrisian King of centuries past. As the twelfth son born in this generation, Alexander’s chances of ascending the throne were essentially next to none. It was doubtful he was ever goin...