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The Bancross Mystery: Back in our own Beds.

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Hild shielded the candle flame with her hand, to lessen its light, as she peered round the door. She did not want to wake Brona from her sleep. She just wanted to check. To make sure she was actually there, back in her own bed. 

The Bancross Mystery: Of Letters to Friend and Foe

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Official Document

What sort of man am I become, that lies and false promises drip from my quill and from my tongue? I was raised to hold honour highly, to speak truth, or not at all. I was raised to hold to my word, to keep any oaths I uttered, any promises I made.

For what is a man without his honour? 

The Bancross Mystery: Imprisoned.

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

 

Heartha woke at her regular time, just before dawn. She yawned, stretched her strong arms up above her to ease a slight crick in her shoulder, stretched her long legs one at a time. She smiled. 

The Bancross Mystery: A Letter to Captain Denholm

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

 

To Denholm, Captain of the garrison in Bancross,

 

It has come to my notice that you have in the garrison cell one minor offender of the name, Criba. His master has been asking after his whereabouts, and as the man holds particularly entertaining dinners, I do not want the action of one of my people to cause him offense. 

The Bancross Mystery: The Snow Clouds Gather.

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

 

I awoke before dawn, to find I lay alone in our bed. Reaching a hand over, I felt the blankets on his side still held his warmth. Waelden had not risen long ago. 

The Bancross Mystery: Return of the Chicken Runner.

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

 

“Who are you?” I called out. “What do you want?”

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