After she ate the middle part of my wife’s body she gestured me out the door. Then she paddled me to the den of the Sage. All the while I stared at her rune marked back, my hand on the hilt of my sword, and I thought of my father and the hens.
Sword sharpness is equal to the status and skill of its wielder.
Ideas ( System ) | May 31, 2002 |