Elminster's mage tower looked less like a wizard's stronghold and more like an ordinary country villa.
Unlike last time, when no one had been around, everyone Aaron wanted to visit was there. Whether he had simply gotten lucky or Elminster had heard he was coming, Aaron could not say.
Storm Silverhand, one of the Seven Sisters of the North, sat on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other. The beauty's luxurious, bright silver hair cascaded down her back, and a pair of leather boots peeked out beneath her fitted, strapless violet gown with its plunging neckline. Her figure was spectacular, and her attitude was every bit as fiery as her name suggested. Compared with her sisters, Storm Silverhand spoke with far more bite. When she caught Edward Teach looking at her a little too long, she sneered, "Your little firelock isn't worthy of my staff, chick."
Storm Silverhand's past had already been covered, so there was no need to repeat it here. It was worth mentioning, however, that although she was a flamboyant, formidable woman who despised evil, famed for her courage and boundless enthusiasm for everything, her main work these days was simply training young Harpers in Shadowdale. Along the way, she also kept Shadowdale safe and handled some of a lord's duties.
Storm Silverhand's sharp remark made Edward Teach blush. The young pirate inwardly cursed her as a bitch, but he no longer dared ogle her sizzling figure, much less meet her aggressive gaze.
His heart pounded. Suddenly, the young pirate felt that the women at the Dragon's Tooth Tavern had been nothing but worthless flesh. A woman had to be like this stunning beauty before him to have any real appeal.
Edward Teach's embarrassment secretly delighted White-Robed Halfdan beside him, but when Storm Silverhand turned