Companions

He was thick in the skull like a rock — clumsy, but lucky

Image public domain, taken from the British Library

Sitting now in the open hall of The Wailing Woman, with his best friends Beast and Ale, Rot wondered how a man like Lant survived. He was thick in the skull like a rock, clumsy, but lucky. That was it — luck.

“The luck of the Gods,” Rot said in a whisper. He drank from his mug and watched as Lant rambled and talked up some…