For whoever’s in the keep must pass word down the pendant chain, making a trail – like bread crumbs. The wharf’s moon-distant yet. Balhir needs a monkey in the middle to chair. The flautist…? Sheeted rag boy tailed him for a copper – seed money that led to a violinist.
Cookied, Vale-folk violinist, just beneath keep’s notice…
Peaches. The letter of right’s still wet the snowy morn Balhir meets him in the lock-holes:
“Adris, is it? Let’s talk…”
Prompt: bottle, wharf, violin, moon, monkey, fork, hole, lock, sheet, pendant, crystal, cookie, letter, money, tail, chair, bread, seed, peach, snow