by Knight Errant » Thu Jul 24, 2008 12:53 am
Dact puts down the drink, what is happening being too much to ignore.
"What in the world..."
His hands move to his head and bottom, trying to find the source of the itchiness.
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.