George and I are back home in Castle Marsh after our five day trip to southern Gaul. It was a fascinating and, at times, scary trip. George flew us round the castle as we got lower in the sky, preparing
Smallweed, second Lord of Vexstein, talks big business
As the small carriage I have taken from the Prancing Pony finally arrives at the gates of Castle Vexstein, I realise the wisdom of Victor’s and George’s hike up the hill from the village halfway between Prancing Pony and Seventh