Opening post by Ser Harrold Wode · #1
You will not like the shape of this. My maester tells me I raise this too often. My maester is welcome to raise something better.
Strip the songs away and it comes to this: why the seasons here are broken. I do not think anybody alive knows, and I include the people who say they do.
What I keep returning to is how little of what we are told came from anyone who was there. It is all copies of copies, and each copy had a lord paying for the ink.
That is my counsel and I disclaim all responsibility.