<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Gifts on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/gifts/</link><description>Recent content in Gifts on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/gifts/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Seige</title><link>/stories/2012/12/08/the-seige/</link><pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/12/08/the-seige/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I had been in command of the forward garrison for only the last few weeks, having been rushed in with the sudden demise of my predecessor, a man infamous for his maltreatment of the neighboring tribes women. I was a distant cousin to the ruling Duke and in this aged castle with my new young wife because nobody else wanted this remote posting. Indeed if he had cared more about the region he would have committed more resources to it&amp;rsquo;s defense. The tribes in question obviously had a grievance with my predecessor and his men, and perhaps it was even justified, but their probing raids into the surrounding villages and the taking of some of the local women for their sport had to stop.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>