Carrion
Balancing on a bladed tightrope the crowd is sure to disperse underneath to hide in old comforts and curse the Jesters' acrobatics for want of ease and comfort only the forrest folk will head the call they know the need for carrion to renew and they have learnt to wait for traps that spring without prey are empty noises that give no sustenance The rock under Jacobs' head was hard and cold and the gates of heaven terrible to behold Sign in to see full entry.