It started when we couldn't get to work behind the Jarl Squad pulling the galley around the town this morning (or get to the bar last night when all the guizers finished having their photos taken).
|The galley this morning.|
It's impossible not to get the jitters. It's only about 8 hours until the street lights go out, the blast sounds, the sky turns red and the air is thick with the smell of burning. Then no more galley, poor thing.