The prince walks around the Halidom, confused but focused. ❝My word...! How can there be so many leftovers from festivities...? Have my followers celebrated without me knowing...?❞

❝That's no answer!❞ Alberius said with a chuckle. ❝Oh, well. Keep your secrets of youth. I really thought I'd be able to live forever, Midgardsormr!❞ He continued laughing as he naturally mounted the dragon. ❝Let's watch Mistholt from above as usual, friend.❞

alberius: what the fuck did pimp my crib do to my house

‡‡ was fun getting this account running! gonna catch some zzz now gnight

Aha... I can relate a little too well right now.

❝The mystery thickens... As a pot of stew I do not have does not! I'm famished.❞

I could say the same! What work wears you out so, friend?