Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Tristan At The Plate

Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout,
But there is no joy in Stormshield - Private Tristan has struck out.

1 comment:

Grimmtooth said...

After RP walking me through the entire town of Stormshield, I'm not feeling much sympathy. Get a horse, Tristan.