Bera glanced at the tall Elf. His arms were crossed, and a deep frown creased the angles of his caramel-colored face. The wind tugged at his blonde hair and dark robes.
“How’s the investigation into the Creeping Plague?” Bera asked.
River shook his head. “Nothing solid. Louliver says he saw a man dressed in black wearing a bird mask, but you know Lou. Most days, he’s three sheets to the wind by noon. Then again, considering the rumors we’ve heard...” The implication lingered in the silence.
—From Defend, an entry in the Tome of CHAOS