Opening post by Past100 · #1
My maester tells me I raise this too often. My maester is welcome to raise something better.
The question, put plainly: whether the old gods are listening. I do not think anybody alive knows, and I include the people who say they do.
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 expect to die not knowing, and I have made my peace with it.