The Splintered Timber
The Foxxfyrre Chronicles: Episode One The Splintered Timber The air inside The Splintered Timber was thick with the smell of spilled ale, damp wool, and easy lies. It was a tavern built for those seeking a temporary escape from the harshness of the cobblestone streets outside. In the darkest corner of the room, far from the hearth fire, sat Foxxfyrre. His deep indigo fur seemed to absorb the dim light, the unique coloring a byproduct of the faint, mana-like energy he could naturally command. He was watching. He sat perfectly still, nursing a pint of warm bitters. Suddenly, the chair opposite him scraped loudly against the floorboards. "Oi mate! It's a lush life you're missing out on over here in the dark," a voice chirped. A wallaby dropped into the seat, practically vibrating with energy. "You look like you lost three best friends in a poker game gone south." Foxxfyrre didn't flinch. He took a slow, measured sip of his bitters. "If by 'lus...
