Thy Last Drop


There were, once, two vagabonds who plied their trade upon the old road. They met a traveler from an eastern isle who showed them his magik.

They traveled on until they met a man from the west of Alba who brought rhythm to their story. Further on they met a purveyor of brass and drum.

Now they follow the old track, the Circle; Tellers of old tales, beaters of old drums, weavers of old magikā€¦

They are: Thy Last Drop.