The literary madness settles into something muddier. Gone are the crisp pages and leather bindings. Now the angry eggs find themselves in drafty stone halls, wearing chainmail two sizes too big, jousting with quills, and trying to decode scrolls written in chickenscratch Latin. Between fire-breathing punctuation and a dragon who hoards overdue library books, the only certainty is that medieval life isn’t exactly a fairytale.
The literary madness settles into something muddier. Gone are the crisp pages and leather bindings. Now the angry eggs find themselves in drafty stone halls, wearing chainmail two sizes too big, jousting with quills, and trying to decode scrolls written in chickenscratch Latin. Between fire-breathing punctuation and a dragon who hoards overdue library books, the only certainty is that medieval life isn’t exactly a fairytale.