<bad poetry here> Come dear friend, come sit by my fire. Come dear friend, I mean you no harm. Warm yourself, take refuge in my camp. Share a story with me, take off your boots. You must be weary from the road. Come dear friend, come sit by my fire. We shall spin tales of dragons and treasure. We shall talk of religion and politics, Of angels and ire. Come dear friend, come join me at my pyre. I am lonely, I am weary. Surely you are as well, the road is not a welcoming place. Where are you going? Where have you been? Come dear friend, the sun is nearly gone. My fire is gathered, the night is soon to come. You are welcome at my camp, welcome to you a stranger. We shall soon be friends. </bad poetry> 1/11/2012 @ 9pm EST @ EM Hall in Britain - Do not be late.