Hello there, Atticers. I think I'll order a potful of Kara-Turan green tea in order to honor my assignment as your host for the next two weeks. I would make a toast too, but I am afraid that alcohol and I don't mix.
Greetings to you, glorious host!
Robert Chu: Greetings, sire. Likewise. I try to stay away from alcohol. Bars just aren't for me...yet, I seem to be easily convinced to come along.
Boilir: Oy! De whole purpose o' go'n ta a bar is ta be drink'n, lad!
Robert: I think hitting my head against the wall is better...
I have read your stories with great interest whenever my scribe has give me the chance, and noticed that many of you have a great interest in philosophy and ethics. Thus I have hopes that you will find the topic interesting, though any story will be gladly received.
I believe I may have some ideas, though they will be spoilers to my
Legends story.
Let us enjoy the talent of the writers.
This is the Attic. Is there anything else to do other then that?
...yes, I am really a wizard. Whoever decided that wizards should dress into robes, have long white beards and wear pointy hats (which I find, as my young friend Peri puts it, extremely 'dorky')? I do want to thank lady Ophidia for painting my portrait.
Kellrill Silverylight: Hey! Who said they have to have robes and hats and such? Bloody heck, I won't wear 'em!
Robert: Uh...nothing to see here, folks! We're...uh...practicing for a part in a play. That's all...
Relsi Trenth: Some play.
Robert: Be quiet.
Enjoy your time hosting, great Winski Perorate!