Thursday, February 16, 2012

Blood Sausage and Onions

Why is everything we eat so complicated.  Almost nothing but strips of salted meat can be eaten while riding a horse.  Why couldn't they take some ground meat, cook it over a fire or in a pan, place two pieces of bread around it, so it could be eaten while riding.  The length of many a journey could be shortened that way.  To make it more hearty a slice of cheese and perhaps some pickle slices or sliced onion could be added between the bread.  The smallfolk could set up small stands to sell such faire along well traveled roads and earn some coppers.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Some Call Me Ser

There are some who call me Ser Robin Hill, but what is the truth of it?  do you really think I am an anointed Ser?  But, if so, by whose hand?  Think you that I am a hedge knight? Perhaps.  Perhaps not.  I'll not be telling, at least for now.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012


We met two sellswords, today.  They seemed to be worthy fighters, but I wonder if they would give their lives for some coins.  I wonder how an army of those such as these will fare when challenged.  Maybe I'll find out, some day.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Winter is Coming

Today, I will begin a journey north.  I will be travelling with two others.  We don't want to call attention to ourselves.  Who we meet along the way and what we see, may surprise you.  It may surprise us, though I hope not.  Such surprises often entail fighting and running.  Of course, there may be drinking and whoring to keep things from becoming to dreary.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Expand the Horizon

There have been additions to this tome.  If you truly see, there are places entitled  "Ravens a Twitter" and "Book of Face".  (The Dothraki say simply Twitter and Facebook)

These should aid in communicating the happenings in Westeros and elsewhere.  Mind you, the Book of Face is a fully provisioned account and not a simple page.  Should there be news to share, please avail yourselves.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

A Word About My Surname

Casterly Rock is the home of Lord Tywin Lannister.  I was born on his land.  My surname is Hill, as it is for all the bastards of Casterly Rock.  I will not reveal who my parents are.  Lord Tywin is not a forgiving man, on such matters.  But knowledge is power...if I can stay alive.