I must have drifted into sleep. The wonderful hum of friendly voices and AARRRRRRRS! reverberating across the sands. Amy and Morvan did the most wonderful job - I think all enjoyed the events. It was fun to see everyone throwing daggers and seeing what their random cards gave up as a prize. I would like to say I will treasure the headless hen, but I confess I tossed it into the sea for the fishes. It was good to observe everyone's dagger throwing skills. I am sure Lady Asrai missed on purpose....

The songs were hearty and lusty and worthy of the Swashbuckler. Arnlaug will certainly have been rubbing his hands for the number of empty mugs I cleared up should have turned him a tidy profit. The ale drinking contest made me nervous, but in the end all was well. I have never seen ale drunk so fast - I had not even put my own mug to my lips and Jaltz had finished and won! I think this is just as well.

Guessing how much items cost was an excellent idea for a game!

Raids did disturb the evening and I rushed off wearing my stupid costume and got myself killed by demon spiders that had burst through to the bandits hideout in the dark forest. Hojo berated me for not wearing my armour. Rightly too I think. But when he does, I feel small and as an initiate. He is a fascinating man - I wish I could feel truly comfortable in his company.

My hat is worse for wear - it was not very good to start with. Yet here alone, I think I will wear it a day longer - while no one is looking and play at pirates and think of Eldrin and pray quietly for all I know and love.....and love.