Welcome back, miLady Pandora.

One who's spent time wandering the halls of the Hotel on the Tier of
Confusion can hardly speak negatively of One losing Themselves amongst a
number of doors.

A thought for a gift, the perpetual bag in a bag in a bag with a single
sovereign however many bags in. Whilst I'm not able to afford it, I'm
sure You could find some amusement therein, though the Labyrinth
recently lost will be missed.


A query thought through,
though voiced yet not.
And given its nature,
Questioned it should be, still ought.

A joke or a jest
can teach or cause pain,
Does Mischeif find Laughter,
though not always in vein?

A side must be chosen,
of this Some are sure.
but a walk down the middle,
might still prove to endure.

Which way doth Thou lean?
Right, Left, or True?
For there might be an 'umble some,
that seek speech with You.



Again, Welcome Back, and Be Ye Well.

Priestess of the Winds, Noristae Snowhunter Derhen-Weltsdown

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Lupar, in the year 592 AF.