Eryndor's thoughts were consumed by the strange letter he had received the day before. It was an summons, written in a language he couldn't quite decipher, but the words had seemed to sear themselves into his mind. The letter was from the solicitor of the late Endreon, a reclusive millionaire who had lived in the grand estate on the hill overlooking Brindlemark.
The two friends exchanged a look, and without another word, they set off towards the estate, ready to face whatever lay ahead. The Will of Endreon [Ch. 1]
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Eryndor's heart quickened. This must be in connection with the letter he had received. He showed it to Arin, who whistled softly. The two friends exchanged a look, and without