Opening post by Ser Aldric Mallery · #1
Six days ago SKY stormed my walls. I lost 27,310 swords at the gate. He carried off 37,420 from my stores. The gate still stands. It feels like a poor victory.
I like SKY. I think he is often wrong. He leaves work half finished. He has favourites. The men who fear such lords are not always cowards. Sometimes they have counted the cost.
You may call this a warning. I call it a measure. We are behind in this kingdom. I swore to [ENVY] two days ago. Not for comfort. For the next gate.