‍ ‍‍𝖺 ‍ 𝐧𝐞𝐰 ‍ 𝖊𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘴. ‍

she dances on the edge of reality.

noble trash ? or have my kin simply outlived most ? my coffers are not overflowing ——— and if you’d listened , you’d have realized when i said i’d pin the cost of the ale on the lord of the north .

how * do you still have your tongue ?

am i not working , when i command my archers ? when i defeat legions of the greens with my men ? when i face death himself and walk unscathed ?

you’ve lost your godsdamned mind , it seems .

i think i shall do as i please .

plenty has changed . it seems to me that you instead choose to feign ignorance ———— or to find yourself blissfully unaware of the battles that wage around you and those that fight in them .

the war is not brewing . we are in the thick of it . many have been buried , and many more will be in the upcoming months . do you not receive news by raven ? listen to the bards ? seek out any information , even ?

after such a long trek , it seems that warmth and ale are in much demand . both only provided by a tavern ; and the louder , the * rowdier ( .. ) the better .