These are hard times
Cold winds blow from the north
Reavers roam above waters of the Great Bay
While rumours of strange creatures
Lurking below the waves spread fear
It is tempting to lock one’s door
And wait for the storm to blow over
But one addage rings above all

Money makes the tide roll in

 


 

Money makes the tide roll in

Blander Grimgor LarsBehrendt AndersGrevelund MikkelLindholmer