Ah, i see that the pretty, merry times are ahead of us, lying in our yet-unknown future. To dream, to dream, to wonder... it is merry...
I sit here upon my table, drinking viking mead and british ale! As i sit down i write a chronicle, using my trusty pen, one that has achieved my hands throught a web of hard toil. But finnally, i was victor! My heart is warm, and my brain is content...
I welcome all those who come into my sight. Blessed be thee! Come, ladies and gentlemen alike! Join us in tankards, lest the merryment be gone without thy participation. Such a event would be sad, sad indeed...
My tankard is constantly raised, so i may pour my liquids upon my craving throat. Come, and raise a tankard of thy own, for thou shalt be welcomed.