Opening post by Lord Vickon Ryswell · #1
Look, sleet on the shutters gave my pipes a steadier beat than the drummer I once hired for a winter supper. I kept missing the tune whenever the gusts changed, which is a poor excuse but an honest one. Right, the river freezing through my crop taught me not to trust weather with anything valuable; still, a wet, rattling roof can make a lonely melody worth playing. You can try it by your own hearth: let the sleet keep time, and see if you follow.