(Guys minimum of seven sentences this is not going to be one of those one liner storybooks, and now we need to come up with a more developed plot so nobody will be lost again.)
[yeah. I would post, but I don't know quite where everyone is now. I think it'd be good to figure out a general plot line, as well as if someone who's been paying more attention than me could say where everyone is located at the moment?]
It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
