City Lights at Night
So odd that we should all escape so near together…
We meet at the eight hour just as we all escaped on the eighth month, this was the first thread that connected all of us. And as the minute points to twelve we affirm our bond on the twelfth month. With the passing of this year may out motley find a beginning. Though I may quarrel with my brothers and sisters, none may quarrel with them and not quarrel with me. This is my oath: friendship and assistance as steadfast and true as a clock, until the year has spun anew. May our prosperity desert us, and out talents fail us should we break this vow of camaraderie.
Blessing: Striking Looks
“I en’t known these three gentlemen long, but already I love ‘em like family. Sometimes I wonder why, but when they say you can’t pick your family, well… that en’t true.” -Wren