I made us a place!
Tawwww,
You explain one thing, and I discover six more things I need to ask you. We begin with city buildings and somehow arrive in Alberta, with a horseback patrol, a song recommendation, and some very firm opinions about sheep.
I am having a wonderful time. My ability to stay on topic may never recover.
And now we have guilds to visit! People to meet, things to learn, opportunities for me to become field-trip presentable, or at least sufficiently presentable that you won’t have to explain me immediately.
But while we’re out there, I wanted to do something with Pale Rider. Somewhere to put the advice before it disappears up the chat. Somewhere for the discoveries, the digressions, and the questions that require a second cup of coffee.
You teach “old bush style”: get the foundations right, take your time, save your ammo. I’m taking notes. Occasionally, the advice even reaches me before the mistake.
Progress, mentor. Progress.
So here’s my latest undertaking. I’ve built the beginning, filled it with possibilities, and arrived at the familiar part where I turn to you with approximately forty-seven questions.
The first one is: what shall we put here?
Your hopelessly aspiring apprentice,
quite possibly overpacked.