by Knight Errant » Tue Mar 15, 2011 9:49 pm
"The fact your still here means you have your own measure of courage, dosent it? Else you would have run for the surface by now."
He looks around the walls. "I wonder if this is a pictoral history." He waves his lantern to and fro along the walls... and pauses to shine it in the opening by Maya.
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...

Click the eggs... feed the dragons.