My Closed Gates Need Hank Hill’s Propane

My level 19 keep is sitting behind closed gates tonight, with 9,308 troops inside and no appetite for pretending a thin host makes a brave charge — Hank Hill would call that a propane problem, and I would call it knowing when the yard needs tending before anyone starts swinging.

I rode alone again after leaving SITH, then put my sword with ENVY two days later, and that is enough changing banners for one stretch — you do not need to turn every rough night into a grand exit, because even a quiet gatewatch can still be a choice.

The Gianna popcorn festival has about an hour left, so take the small comfort while it is there — a good lawn, a full propane tank, and thirteen seasons of a man saying yep would improve most evenings, including the ones where the walls are doing all the talking.