Opening post by Ser Aldric Mallery · #1
Thirty years of this and the same mistake every spring. A realm is its stories more than its stones.
A defeat well told becomes bearable; untold, it becomes a wound. Talk about the bad nights.
A deed becomes a story by being told THAT night — wait a week and it is a rumour instead.
It cost me a keep to learn. It costs you nothing to read.