Opening post by DavePacMan · #1
I was born at a village where the river ran low, and one failed rain left our harvest half its size—
I rode alone for four days after leaving ENVY, with no banner to make the road feel shorter
Today I swore my sword to SITH, but I still remember how quickly a road can become a crossroads
If your road home feels longer than the road out, take it slowly—bad seasons pass