Gather round my peers.
This oaken table will provide the stage.
Ruby, sit across from me, your steady eyes give me pause.
Draco, cover my right, your sword held up straight.
Liatigo, keep tight my flank, there are rumors I might not be so loved.
My back tight against the wall, it's construction of pine and pitch.
I can now tell the story, of the darkened witch.
There is a land not far from here, but paths do not venture near, who's surface is smooth, but hard as stone. There are no markings and we must rely on the ramblings of forgotten souls.
TO Be Continued!