I generally try to post any designy, illustratey, artsy stuff over on my other blog, but I was so happy with something I did (and I know it’s been a while since the last post), that I wanted to share it over here too.
It’s hardly fair to Thomdal. He was a gentle soul and everyone in the village liked him while he lived. But I was willing to bet good money that the only one listening to the eulogy was Priest Bayer and that was only because he was giving it. 220 more words