That's okay! NaNoWriMo ated / is still eating me. [A nod.] Our king was slain, and his daughter sent into exile. Actually... I have not yet seen the end of the war. [He does smile, but there's frustration there, too.] And yet a companion from home who comes from a time slightly ahead of me has assured me that it has ended.
[With a sigh, he stares out at the water.] Now, of course, there will be an effort to rebuild - and I will not be able to help.