Iron League Book 1
January 9th 2018
Chapter 1 (sample) It's a Living
We seek your appearance with all haste. Gray Star Tavern, Fallfell, was all the note said. The note arrived with three rings, one made of wood, one of iron, and one of stone.
“Fallfell,” Tomo said, “Thats way down south, other side of the Great Forest.”
“I know.” Shar wondered, Why would someone send a message a thousand leagues to hire me? I'm good at what I do, yes, but not so great to be known throughout the lands.
“Shar, it’s time.”
Shar took her place and looked out over the crowd. The tavern was packed tonight. She saw every man looking at her, no, glaring at her with a lust, brought on by fantasies so shameful to border on the vulgar.
There is one immutable truth to the world. Shar remembered it each time she went up on stage. When it comes to men in a tavern, for that matter, men everywhere, the smaller her dress the more coins would be thrown in her collection pail. It was sleazy, even obscene, but Shariana knew the number of crowns she took was based more on how little she wore rather than how well she played.
The troupe and Shar started after dark, so the tavern was full and already many of the men had drank past their body's ability to stay lucid. That too worked well in Shar’s favor, for the more they drank, the less they cared how much they spent.
The other side to all this were the comments screamed over the din of the tavern. Nothing Shar hadn't heard before, but still, it grew tiresome. The other problem occurred when she left the tavern to find a place to sleep. Without exception, she found one or two, sometimes more, of the braver and less savory characters waiting outside in the dark. Her scanty clothing and the cheap mead gave them evil ideas and poor judgment.