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A cold shiver ran down young Baldr Sigurd's spine as he set foot on the grounds of Count Vemec's ancestral home. He could see the decrepit mansion in the distance, for though it was late in the night the moon shone brightly. The moonlight sparked off broken windows and various metal oddments...

Balder Egilson stepped off the transport in Onderon with a sigh of relief. Though he did have a private bunk in the bulky ship, it was so small it made him feel imprisoned. He could stretch his arms out and touch the walls on both sides - it was basically a closet that he was riding away from...

Young Baldr Egilson took a deep, deep breath as he stepped through the front doors of his childhood home. The air smelled of lilacs and roses - his mother's favorites - as well as the sharp lemon tang of the cleaner used on the hardwood floors and the musky undertone of aged hickory. It smelled...