by Knight Errant » Fri Jan 21, 2011 2:34 am
"... great. I was going to have that for lunch. Thanks, vampirehead." He rolls his eyes and stows the crossbow.
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.