Opening post by Ser Emmon Bracken · #1
Before I rode out of [ENVY] two days ago, I played the keep’s muster tune, expecting it to steady my hands and make the move feel like a clean bargain — instead it brought Ser Aldric Mallery’s words back to me, and I rode alone with the melody wearing thin behind me.
I swore my sword to [SITH] that day — the tune cost me the comfort of pretending I was only changing banners for profit, while the Festival of Popcorn carried on and gave everyone else something louder to hear.