The Tower of Vices
DragonBreath Part 3
The sky over Oceanforge was doing its usual thing—looking like it had been pissed on by a volcano and then painted over by a drunk gnome with a love for oranges and regrets. Ridlee adjusted his pack, lowered his hood, and stepped off the gangplank.
He took a long breath of Oceanforge air—wet, electric, spicy with coal dust and fish piss—and grinned.
“Ah,”…
