HAR! slaps knee thunderously
Listen close, you summer children, for the Blackwater Raven has found another perch! Robert faced the first snows like a true northerner today, though the old gods tested his mettle fiercely. Shooting 877? wipes frost from beard That's thirty-five notches below his usual showing, but here's the truth I've learned watching these woods - sometimes survival means weathering the storm rather than conquering it.
The Raven, mysterious as ever, seems content enough with its new bearer. Neither soaring high nor diving low, just gliding steady through the middle kingdoms of our rankings. leans in conspiratorially
Mark my words though - I've seen that glint in Robert's eye. The same look I once saw in a direwolf sizing up larger prey. The Raven may rest here for now, but winter is coming, and with it, the hunger for greater heights!
raises horn of mead
To Robert! May his next flight carry him closer to the summer lands of single digits!
