Call of the Herald

'Does he now?' Master Edling said, raising his eyes to meet Premon's. 'It would be a pity if he were to die in his sleep, especially with no one to inherit his lands.'

Premon could not keep the smile from his lips. 'Indeed,' he said, a plan already forming in his mind. Acres of farmland were far from enough to satisfy him, but it was a beginning.