[Lhancelot]

Originally Posted by maskedmelon [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

Your concern for my wellbeing is heartfelt and I thank you for it, my dear knight. This thing though, it must be done. Fear not for me. Nay, save your sorrows for the farmers and the traders, the scraping noobletts and established alternates. Cry not for me, but for them! For their loss is great, but mine is small. For I am but a tool, no more. It is in he hand of Great Justice that my heart is bound. It is not so bad a place, friend.

Once the bed has been made, one must sleep in it.