"This isn't what I'd call wisdom. It's just about breaking free from conventional thinking." The Lord stood with his hands in his pockets, a hat made from a true wolf's head perched on his own. The wolf's eyes were fierce and sharp, daring anyone to meet the gaze of the man who was now the true Lord of the Wilderness.
In reality, without the Holy Sith Kingdom's Sai Dai Golden Man and the white snow now blanketing the land, this ingenious idea would have been completely impossible to achieve.
It was just a matter of making the best of the situation.
After several months of construction, rows of Tudor-style houses stood neatly arranged at the foot of the hill. Their walls were built of red brick, and their steeply sloped roofs, featuring chimneys and small attics, were uniformly covered in greenish-blue tiles.
