Transcription: Chapter 5 When Edmund came through the front door of his house, he was more than a little surprised to see Shida Gorbani lounging in his chair, a goblet of wine in her hand while her lizard was perched on the table snacking on a mouse. Make yourself right at home, why don't you? he asked, shaking off his cape and hanging it up. After stamping a bit, he took off his boots. These were right-left fitted with a good sole and oiled leather. He wasn't so into period that he was willing to wear the rotten footwear available in even the high Middle Ages. Once he had them sort of cleaned, he set them o ...
