"All I hear is silence. Bronzeshield Fortress is sound asleep, save for the blinking of the signal bonfires. N

"All I hear is silence. Bronzeshield Fortress is sound asleep, save for the blinking of the signal bonfires. No one knows of the blasphemy about to be committed in the heart of the fortress." The Storyteller chokes down a lump in his throat. "I push open the door of the smithy. I fear the door's squeal of protest will wake everyone, but silence quickly returns. I take a step inside."