I need to take more exercise before my armour starts shrinking again! Recently I've slept much, waking to speak with those of the kin I see. And I've been surrounded by parchments as I make notes and try to catch up on correspondence and projects.
I have spent some time searching for comet glass, to leave as an offering at the altar in the Temple to Miranda. And I train while I search - who knows, perhaps by the time Summerfaire comes around once more or maybe by next FallFest I might be ready to visit the trainer. Though once I do so I'll need to find new hunting grounds. The tombs of N'Rolav have been a second home for a long time now, as I've laboured to wipe out the swarms of wretches infesting the darkened halls and corridors, though my attempts seem to have been in vain. Having said that, there's been coin and treasure to be found in plenty. And much of the time I was there not so much to hunt as to hide away when troubled.
For now, anyhting I learn, anything I find, is incidental, unless it's comet glass I find. Each piece taken to the Temple is a renewed declaration of faith and gratitude, a repayment in some small measure of all that has been granted to the people of the lands we call home.