Instead of an author’s note, have some handy information! The story takes place in the time between Silverthorn and The King’s Buccaneer, both of which were written and owned by Raymond E Feist, and I make no money by writing this (and in fact lose money). It involves Tomas, Calis, Aglaranna, Pug, Calin, Arutha and others. There are few original characters; certainly no important original characters. It is one of the few occasions in which I write MALE 1st person POV (these few occasions often deal with Elves and/or blades, and/or fires).
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Intro
The sun rose over Elvandar, and Tomas was awake to greet it. He stretched his arms over his head, splaying his fingers and straining his ears to hear the cry he had come to adore.
He looked forward to that cry, aa forward to it as he could. For as much as he loved his son, the child's cries could split his ears. Aglaranna did not mind as much. It had led him to say, in jest, that he supposed his ears were sharper than hers.
A smile lingered on his lips as he recalled her reply. She had smiled a smile that had sent to her eyes what glimmer it dared not reveal. And, to his surprise, she had said, "Your ears may hear more, but mine come to a sharper point."