A foolish hope, dashed by an incursion of ghouls. But still, she thought that if they simply boarded their windows, kept strict hours, they would be safe. Flesh-hungry ghouls became a common sight at the outskirts of town. For a while, business was good: everyone wanted protection. When the first rumblings of trouble had started, they kept working, kept their heads down. Their tannery was small, but their work was good, and they were proud of it her husband handled the skins while Algli fashioned the leather into armor, pouches, and wineskins. She and her husband had been tanners, living just outside of town due to the stink of their profession. This change had come in Algli's lifetime. Graveyard Trespasser | Art by: Chris Rallis
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