Long days and pleasant nights to ya, especially to the new people who've come
todash in the last week or so. I've not given greetings to the most of ya, and I'd like to change that.
I'm Roland Deschain, of Gilead, son of Steven and of the Line of Eld. As for what I do, in my home we say
I deal in lead. At home, we're the defense against the world moving on, and if we can't
stop it, we try at least to slow it, say true. We fight for the Affiliation, for the White, and against the forces of the Red. We offer aid and succor to those in need, and protect those who can't help themselves. It's noble work for a noble line, and we hold in our minds and in our hearts the faces of our fathers.
Those of ya from this world might have read the terrible books about me; books that take place when I'm a good bit older than I am now. It's not so strange, that these books exist, so it's not, for all the worlds are connected by the Tower and the Beams, but I'll not talk of it. It's like as not you've got such things in other worlds; I'll set my watch and warrant on it.
Now this world's made it clear to me and my
ka-mate that our services aren't welcome, and I'll not rehash the argument, say sorry. But I'd greet each and every one of you, and offer what I can to ya as a Gunslinger of Gilead.
May we all be well-met in this place.
[Filtered to Cuthbert]'Bert, I'm weary of this.
I try only to introduce myself to the new arrivals, and they'll not let me do so in peace.