Sunday, July 07, 2013
Unknown
“Ser, they’re at the
gates!”
John Royce sighed. He strode past the anxious defenders,
noting their shifty eyes and uneasy expressions. One of the guardsmen was in
silent prayer, his mouth forming silent words that were only for his comfort.
Others have taken the habit of sharpening their swords or axes, furiously scraping
the sharp edges in hopes of getting their minds out of the upcoming...
