by Knight Errant » Wed May 09, 2012 8:31 pm
"Old, am I?" Comes a voice from the doorway... as a lady in a very elegant and expensive looking dress. She has long blond hair, expensive makeup applied perfectly to accentuate her attractive features, and seems to be in her late twenties... or early thirties perhaps. She puts a hand on her hip. "I hope you don't make a habit of insulting people in their own homes, miss."
Dact facepalms... before quickly standing up and bowing! "Please accept my apologies on behalf of my secretary... it was idle speculation, I assure you..."
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.