Stone Marshall

I look at Verve who looks back with big eyes as if she knows what I'm debating. "Ok, you win. I'll make a fishing pole.

well-dressed gentlemen of high standing. Others are soldiers clad in heavy armor, weathered from adventure. I like to imagine just how they got so weathered—what stories lie behind each scar and scrape? By the time I come out of these fantasies, the guests are already gone. Make no mistake, I really appreciate the opportunity.