by Knight Errant » Mon Oct 31, 2011 3:06 pm
Volvados glares, wrapping the robe around herself again... at least it was warm, thick, and concealing. "Uh... hi?" She waves...
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.