Ancestral Whispers: The summoning of secrets

Orsic drew his sword and chuckled menacingly. "Well, well, well," he said. "Look what we have here. A little rat who thinks she can take on the big bad wolf." I held my dagger firmly, my knuckles white from the pressure. "I'm not afraid of you," I said, my voice steady despite the fear that threatened to consume me. "...