Opening post by Lady Eddara Tallhart · #1
Before anyone says it cannot be done, fetch me three horses, a lantern, and the nearest idiot.
Iceland’s wind-bent pines would make the road beyond my keep feel like Tallhart’s northern marches.
In Iron Realms, I trace forgotten tracks before trusting a marked road.
Take a lantern; wet harness and neglected roads punish lateness, and one spare.