The club wants to show it doesn't just live in darkened rooms trying tell the time from the Clock Tower, seeking frosty havens from the heat of wyrms.
It seeks social acceptance by stepping out and finding Sol, the warmth of light on skin, and so ventures a mere 200m from their usual resting state and to find the lush green lands in the shadow of the great stadium of the blue tongue.
Will join us on the hunt for the elf, the void, the rolling sphere of yesteryear?
So if you wish to do so, press the hypertext transfer protocol for Trybooking - https://www.trybooking.com/CXAIW
or use the heiroglyph below:
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