by Knight Errant » Tue Feb 08, 2011 1:03 am
Dact ignores the tiger for the moment... going to the temple wall and putting the light back on it... trying to fit the sticks to the holes.
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.