by Knight Errant » Tue Nov 01, 2011 10:39 pm
Volvados glares at the hooded figure, putting a hand on her hip. "First off, there was no set time for me to get here that I was made aware of. Secondly if there was, you either need to provide better transportation, or be in a place thats more godsdamned accessible."
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.