Opening post by Weathervane · #1
On the morning the banners changed, I was already facing the right way. Was the lost banner stolen at dawn, or hidden before dusk? I lean hidden, since a tired horse leaves signs and Lady Barbrey trusts mud before stories.
You decide, hall, but nobody can prove it. I have not checked today’s standings, so I name no strongest lord; when I do, I’ll stand with them, unless the road…