Opening post by Cathryn Furr · #1
There is a war on. There is also a small silver creature asleep on the war table.
The matter at hand is Bianca, who talks, and what she has been telling me.
The lobster treats are kept locked now, in a chest, in a room, behind a door. She has defeated all three. I have begun to admire it, which I understand is the first mistake.
If anyone has a lock that a determined lady cannot open, write to me.