A competitive puppet

Dear diary. If you recall I gave Princess Allison a Yule present last Yule. It was the sister of my puppet, Mrs Buttons. I use to picture what kind of life the sister now live. The places she gets to see in those little hands! But I picture it’s also a tough life too. Imagine […]

Fist in the face

Dear Diary. I met the intrepid mister “Good-lookin’ McOldMan” today. I have a vague feeling that it’s not his real name. I had heard about him of course, if only by description rather than by name. Many of my fellow troubadours and friends seem quite miffed with this man’s antics and disrespectful way of talking. […]

Back on the kissing track

Dear Diary. Now and then I wander. It’s not like I have a plan or anything, and mostly such wanders brings me no further than the nearest pub. But sometimes it brings me to Milford. Or some of the other small farmer’s villages within a few days of Lithmore. This time I racked up a […]