“Hit me again,” Axel said to the barwench at the Sandsea.  He looked a fair sight odd sitting at the bar in his long black coat.  All the inhabitants of this world dressed brightly, almost garishly.  Nobody wore just one color.  Then again, nobody had hair as red and spiky as Axel’s either.  But the patrons of the Sandsea were used to ( Read more... )