Hope fell as the brigand informed the family that the children's fates had been sealed, sold to Nostradamus, Lord of Darkness. Payment being what the brigand called, "a fetching pai[r] of boots, fashioned by the finest cobblers in the land using what could only be described as baby soft leather." When word reached the distraught couple, it was too little too late. Who can counter the will of a god? Burdered with a grief too great to bear in the public eye, Fireforge and Lyonesse Silvermoon retreated to the forests, and were never seen again. |