There were many taverns. Quiet little holes in the center of Gratitude. Lost souls disappeared into the door to find some comfort in shared solitude and a glass of wine or pint of beer. They would stagger out an indeterminate time later, not happier or even more fulfilled, but content with how time was consumed. Sela ignored those. Sir Violet was pulling her to blood. Sela knew she was different. Her motivations for heroism were […]