Hang on a second...

Our usual scribe is having a little break. Well, she's actually back playing the game instead of transcribing a blow-by-bloody-blow, inch-by-bloody-inch description of our antics.

Luckily for us, our Bard, god bless him, has offered to help out a bit. Well, he didn't exactly offer as such, but it's the thought that counts. Anyway we just hope to keep him busy enough for our cleric to prepare that bless spell.

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Stupid things we've overheard...

...23...24... Well, that's the last of his arrows.

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My favorite piece of information is that Branwell Brontë, brother of Emily and Charlotte, died standing up leaning against a mantelpiece, in order to prove it could be done.