by Knight Errant » Tue Sep 23, 2008 10:49 am
Grunwalde tilts his head. "That was... unwise, Grey."
She begins feeling woozy. And it suddenly occurs to her that Grunwalde's needles are often tipped with poison.
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.