Sing songs of glory and horror, songs of comic heroes and tragic losses…
Tell stories of heroes past and present, of great deeds done and mishaps befallen.
I would stand with friends old and new beneath the banners of my House, and feed them lunch.
I would walk the streets of Anvil and sell cakes and savoury nibbles.
I would visit the camps of other nations and exchange stories and lore.
I would turn to my House in a lull in the battle and tell them to take their “combat drugs”…because the last thing the monster crew needs is Dawnish on a sugar rush 
…most…?
I want to drive my car down the road to Dadford campsite and see hundreds of tents spread out across the fields…
…I’ll be in tears by the time I get to check-in…
On a lighter and sillier note, I have a piece of meta-setting fluff I wrote over a year ago for the next event announcement, that I’d like to release at an appropriate time 