What is a forest’s firm support, yet walks ‘round on its own accord? What’s possessed of a titan’s might, stands before you, yet out of sight? What soundly spanks with gnarled root a behind that is not good?
Bards and minstrels, if business is slow, will moonlight as freelance diplomats, couriers, or spies.
Ideas ( Society/ Organization ) | October 17, 2002 |