Opening post by Lord Halys Redfort · #1
After twenty-three bombs, Jericho kept going. I rode for the banner’s seat with the walls already down, then passed without taking more. Kindness was the harder order; hungry men always find a reason.
When a town cannot answer, do you take what remains or leave it? I lean leave it. Walls buy time, not permission, and the price of one more cart is seldom counted in the hall.