By thine own eyes...
October 16th 2007 Dost thou not know thy body grows weary after the splendor and fruits of Prague? The village, be it as beautiful as the maiden's eye on a cool winters morn, may also have the bite of the Grey Wulf of the same eve. Nay shall we entertain the dancing thoughts of another eve spent in turbulent excess, for as one's body grows weary, one's mind grows weak. Nay. It be time, for the Wizard, the Medic
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