(no subject)
One will come, two will fall. I have yet to figure the Troll's word for sure.
Time passes slowly in Hillsbrad's mountains. The thin air does me well, save for the yeti and beastly furs that do no good to keep the chills away. I feel old. Withered more in mind than body, but who am I to judge that? I have not heard nor seen of anyone of note. But they would be wrong to think that I do not hear the curry of the winds, the howl of the wolves, or the fluster of the bird above?
Fools, all of them.
Time passes slowly in Hillsbrad's mountains. The thin air does me well, save for the yeti and beastly furs that do no good to keep the chills away. I feel old. Withered more in mind than body, but who am I to judge that? I have not heard nor seen of anyone of note. But they would be wrong to think that I do not hear the curry of the winds, the howl of the wolves, or the fluster of the bird above?
Fools, all of them.