A Lion's Honor By Shawn Carman and Rich Wulf The Shadowlands, year 1156 Two Tsuno guards fell to the ground, gasping for air and digging tiny troughs in the stone floor as their claws flailed about pointlessly. After a moment of spasms, they lay still. The doorway they had blocked was now unobstructed, and a small figure clad in a ruined blue cloak walked through without further disruption. His footsteps made a sickening, squelching noise, as if he were treading through mud. “I will,” the stranger offered. “But not until you have heard my proposal.” The stranger laughed. “Fair enough...” “I am.”