As Eryndor pondered the letter, a knock at the door broke the silence. It was his friend, Arin, a burly blacksmith's apprentice with a wild shock of blond hair.
The solicitor, a Mr. Blackwood, had requested Eryndor's presence at the reading of Endreon's will. The young man had never met Endreon, but rumors had circulated about the old man's vast fortune and the mysterious circumstances surrounding his death. The Will of Endreon [Ch. 1]
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Eryndor's thoughts were consumed by the strange letter he had received the day before. It was an summons, written in a language he couldn't quite decipher, but the words had seemed to sear themselves into his mind. The letter was from the solicitor of the late Endreon, a reclusive millionaire who had lived in the grand estate on the hill overlooking Brindlemark. Blackwood, had requested Eryndor's presence at the reading
In a small, rustic cottage on the outskirts of the village, a young man named Eryndor Thorne sat by the window, staring out at the mist-shrouded fields. His eyes, a piercing blue, seemed to bore into the very soul of the landscape, as if searching for something hidden beneath the surface. His dark hair was mussed, his eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep.
"Eryndor, have you seen the notice posted in the village square?" Arin asked, his eyes shining with curiosity. "There's a gathering at the estate today, and everyone's talking about it."