#NaNoWriMo : Story for the Day: The Missing Grimalkin
The Missing Grimalkin In honour of Mo-vember, my writing partners Upon reaching the ports at Marridon, Edvin had not left the wharf when he discovered that he was a Grimalkin. The ancient family of knights and lords whose banners were seen waving from the high veranda of the Chambers were now become his livery. His documents had said it was so, but he had thought it his arrival should excited little more regard than that of a yeoman might, but upon reaching the steps leading into the capital, Edvin was stopped by a small, round man with a large moustache, black suit and tall hat. Edvin bowed and had been prepared to pass on but the round man claimed that he was sent to the docks to retrieve him. he had been the Steward of Lord Jamesin Grimalkin, his late master, and had been given direction to meet his master’s long-absconded son at the pier before the Chambers on this very day and at thi...