zephyr
The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The lonesome organ grinder cries
You nod to the first-gentleman (queen? governess? broodmaster general?), waving a greeting before turning back to Tall-Jata and his directions. New roof, new walls, and reinforced rooms- and that last one piques your interest a bit, an idea forming in your mind.
"I'll take rocks'n walls. Not much'a one for heights." Thus spoken, you whistle a shanty tune and wander toward wheelbarrow full of stones (it's definitely there, don't @ me), taking them in to start on reinforcing the cell walls.
And if a couple places are left a little bit weaker when pressed on in just the spot, just so, where tugging on a rock might leave a little space between the inside world and the outside - well, who's really hurt by such a tiny, meaningless act of anarchy?
Zephyr chooses to reinforce the back walls. He attempts to put in sekrit panels/stones that can be removed if you know where to press~
"I'll take rocks'n walls. Not much'a one for heights." Thus spoken, you whistle a shanty tune and wander toward wheelbarrow full of stones (it's definitely there, don't @ me), taking them in to start on reinforcing the cell walls.
And if a couple places are left a little bit weaker when pressed on in just the spot, just so, where tugging on a rock might leave a little space between the inside world and the outside - well, who's really hurt by such a tiny, meaningless act of anarchy?
Zephyr chooses to reinforce the back walls. He attempts to put in sekrit panels/stones that can be removed if you know where to press~
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
