Postby Bifrost Janger » Mon Jul 17, 2017 11:13 am
Squinting, Bifrost reads the petition tacked up to the notice board. He untangles his glasses from his hair to place over his eyes and squints at the notice once again. Yes. He had read it right the first time. Bif snorts a small laugh and turns, leaving the parchment unsigned.
"Gee whizz. It's like the Lunatic Olympics around here lately..." He mutters under his breath, wearing a small, odd smile.
Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground. - Terry Pratchett