Mercenary’s Sunset

A wagon full of Tianshu silk was meant to bring a tidy profit in Norrevald. But the locals are as frosty as their weather, and just as uninterested in foreign luxury. Jerold isn’t a trader—he’s a sellsword—and charm was never his strong suit.

Now he’s stuck hauling worthless cargo through a land that doesn’t want them, with Jin talking them into trouble and Ruby pushing them deeper into it. With tensions rising and the ice thinning beneath their feet, Jerold starts to wonder how far they’ll slip before something breaks.

Some roads are smooth as silk. Others crack beneath your feet.