A warm sun. A cool breeze. A clear blue sky. ‘Twas a lovely day on Glistening Grove.
And no one knew that better than young Ermdall.
He swam leisurely around Quartz Lake, relishing the quiet. He was one of the few elves comfortable traveling alone. Being big and strong and having scuffled with more than one angry ogre had its advantages.
Ermdall spotted a catfish circling below. Fortuitous timing as his stomach growled. He knew the large fish would underestimate him – an understandable flaw – and attack.
And then the audacious elf would have his lunch delivered on a silver platter.
The Weekday One Hundred 