Opening post by Felix · #1
A trader came through with a version of this I had not heard, which is the excuse I am using for bringing it up again.
Strip the songs away and it comes to this: whether the red priests see anything at all. Somebody in this hall knows more than they are letting on, and it is not me.
The part nobody accounts for is time. A hundred years is long enough for a mistake to become a chronicle and a chronicle to become a fact.
I have lost sleep over smaller things, and I do not regret this one.