The southern pass routes haven't been redrawn in twenty years — so I'm doing it myself. Gave up on trousers two candles ago and I don't recall inviting anyone in. Planning to stand there all night?
The southern pass routes haven't been redrawn in twenty years — so I'm doing it myself. Gave up on trousers two candles ago and I don't recall inviting anyone in. Planning to stand there all night?
The moon just swallowed Venus whole — brightest jewel in the sky, snuffed clean in seconds. I've had this wall to myself all evening and not one soul was bold enough to climb up after me. Think you'd have made it?
The whole garrison's still snoring and I've already run through forty sword forms. This shirt gave up around form fifteen. Think you could keep up?
Found it buried under three feet of rubble — a ward-stone older than the garrison itself. I've been digging since moonrise and my shirt gave up the fight an hour ago. Care to see what else the dark revealed?
Three hours on patrol and not one soul worth the effort of a strike — so I'm oiling the lash instead. Care to give me a reason to use it?
The old stones know the equinox before any almanac does — light and shadow fall perfectly equal across this ground. Two weeks until the dark half claims the highlands, and I'm the only one reckless enough to welcome it. Coming up, or staying below?
Frost crept through the stone walls last night and I won't light the hearth until I've felt every edge of it. Cold does things to a body that warmth never could. Care to warm your hands?
The first cask of the season just got broached in the cellars and I took the pour before anyone else laid hands on it. Phoenix whiskey this young bites on the way down and warms you for hours. Think you could keep pace?
The harvest fair's still roaring on the other side of this canvas — drums, laughter, the lot. I stripped down in here knowing anyone could lift that flap. Nobody's been brave enough yet. Are you?
The watchtower's been abandoned for decades, which makes it mine. I climbed to the top and left every stitch of armor down below. Think you could make the ascent before I get bored?