Chapter 17

Elara picked her way through the debris-strewn streets of Stonegate, the weight of the Ashfall Dragon scales in her pack a familiar comfort. Smoke still curled from several charred foundations, but as she rounded the corner toward the smithy, she let out a breath of relief. Gareth's shop was still standing. The front windows were shattered and the door hung crookedly on a single hinge, but the forge remained intact. “Gareth?” she called out, stepping over a pile of broken pottery. The...