Where the Heart of Anti-Shurtugal Rises Again.

Welcome back to #NotMyMurtagh, all. When we last left off, our protagonist had attempted to contact his not-so-secret admirer Ilenna, but instead roused suspicion with a mage whose description sounded like Lucius Malfoy got Isekai’d into Alagaësia. I’m not sure whether that would be an upward, downward, or lateral move. Anyway, Murtagh then got bailed out by some guy who claimed to be sent by the werecat Carabel, and has now followed the purported messenger into a dark tunnel.

Regardless, this chapter is over, and now we’re moving on from getting reminded of Star Wars by “younglings” to getting reminded of LotR by “Barrow-Wights.”

Spoiler: there are no barrow-wights in the next chapter, nor does the word “wights” occur at any point in the actual prose text. But I’ll let Epistler talk about that.

Until next time, my friends.