Miss Murder

It's been years since the trial. Years since I took the stand against him. Life should be normal. It isn't.

A Bard's Songs

Silence in the Broken Keel Tavern as I stepped onto the rickety stage. Moonlight and whale oil lanterns lit the place, flickering with the salty breeze. Everyone had frozen, watching me. Where was the band? A simple tavern wench shouldn't be up there. That was true. Even now I have to admit that I shouldn't have stepp...