Dear Diary, Followed the sound of grunts off the street to find the Admiral sparring the crap out of a young fellow named Bryn-something. I don’t like blades and sharp things very much, but wooden swords are just fine! Seeing sweaty men fight it out does have a sort of aesthetic appeal to it as […]
I have a puppet, dear Diary. Mrs Buttons is her name. She came with me over from Tubor, but then she fell into the ocean and was gone. Grief all around fer sure. Luckily she was restored by late Miss Chance, who made her all the more prettier than she ever was – even has […]
A big wad of paper and nothing to do with them! Oooh, and a quill and ink is here too! Even a fool can read those signs! I’m supposed to write some stuff with this! A diary it is! First entry. Dear diary … Dum-de-dum, what to write … Ahem. Hello. Not bad for a […]
