by Knight Errant » Fri Feb 04, 2011 3:27 pm
"... huh." Dact puts the machete away and takes out a pole instead. Pushing through the plants and following them to the light! "If any of you shrubs can understand english, sorry for the machete."
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.