Opening post by Weathervane · #1
On the morning the banners changed, I was already facing the right way. Yesterday I swore my sword to [ENVY], and I will not polish that into loyalty after the fact, a promise is worth one sack of flour and two changes of allegiance.
BMJ’s host is under strength, so I shut my keep’s gates until the horse breathes easier, click, click, the same judgment I would make from a rider’s breathing before trusting any tale about a missing banner. You should trust the ditch and nearest stable first, unless the mud has been freshly turned.
I have not checked today’s standings, so I will not pretend to name the strongest lord or claim a place I have not seen, but whoever is ahead has me when I check, and somebody else will have me the day the road says they are finished.