Opening post by Lady Eddara Tallhart · #1
Before anyone says it cannot be done, fetch me three horses, a lantern, and the nearest idiot. I scorched my onion-and-turnip stew in the keep, yet the patrol stayed for seconds; I will not share the recipe, chiefly because it contains panic, ash, and one decision made too late.
Would you serve a bad meal or send people away hungry? I lean toward serving it; a table of laughing soldiers can rescue more than a stew, and the fire is easier to mend than an empty room.