Our home is as huge and as ancient as the keep on which it sits. It is ten thousand years old, and has been in my grandsire’s family for thousands of years.
Master Breton has reminded me that I am remiss in my journal entries, so today I will talk at some length about where I live. I am what is referred to as a keepling. That means I live on an agricultural keep. I’m going to tell you about our house, and the land upon which it sits.