Like, my servants have started bringing the lead shavings when I ask for the wine. I know I shouldn’t overindulge, but I just can’t get the wine down without it.
Like, my servants have started bringing the lead shavings when I ask for the wine. I know I shouldn’t overindulge, but I just can’t get the wine down without it.
If people weren’t meant to drink liquids infused with lead, why did the gods make our pipes out of it?
Come now.
I engaged in vigorous dialogue while my villa was being renovated. The process of casting these pipes and joining them so there are no leaks is quite fascinating. I paid the man well for the inconvenience I placed on his time. Harken the Younger of Vinedabara. He is a credit to the germanic peoples and I do so hope the campaigns there end soon. I look forward to their proper integration. If only there were not so many that stubbornly refused our generous offer of inclusion and saw what there is to offer.
Apologies, I do ramble. However, my point is while the process may be of divine inspiration, it is with human hands that they are made and that process is quite an enjoyable morsel of knowledge.