Òranaiche Dubh

My Queen reminds me that as long as we hold a corner of this virtual realm, we must defend our claim. There are wards–not Wards as the humans understand them, but protections nonetheless–I’ve laid about this place, but they grow thin. Don’t think I don’t see y’all, little mortals, peeking in.

Are you sure you’re ready to see what’s peeking back?

What, did you think I meant me? I’m just a l’il’ ol’ bard. There are far worse things than I in the ranks of the Court.

Fortunately, hardly any of ‘em have computers. Yet.