The fireplace was barely untended.      It was swept, a bucket of kindling was stacked by its side, there was an expectant readiness to the fireplace that doom, the hearth sprite, felt unsettled by. It looked so barren, the sprite thought as it gazed into the cavernous maw of a thankfully soot-crowded chimney. To properly … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 6 →