The prize for the best response to my late night lapse of concentration goes to Thenithule. Well done, sir. A perfect glass of whisky awaits you at the Wheatsheaf Inn. You can claim your prize when you renounce evil and are no longer enemied to the Ci

ty of Dreams.

A few of the more scholarly citizens had already deduced that there is a connection between Morrigu and myself. Infact Rhapsody, one of our finest scholars, had asked within a few hours of Morrigu arriving in the land if she knew me. This is something

which I have never denied, though which Morrigu had no interest in publicising.

As for Strongbow's ramblings on the wrong board, as soon as he tells me what \"Diagnose defences protected\" has to do with his erratic rants, I may be able to answer his spurious accusations.

Clansman Grymauch

Written by my hand on the 20th of Hindyear, in the year 1107.