Dear Diary. Getting back into Lithmore, bit by bit. Got asked to entertain the patients over at the hospital; it was a fun deal, although I think most of them were pretty much out of it. Got told a wild story though, about people going into the sewers and fighting baby dragons. I’m sure not going into those sewers anytime soon!

Met the Poet Laudate, finally. The man is so busy, it took the most of two months to get hold of him. A sophisticated, serious Vandagan fellow. I’ve got a feeling he was a tad skeptical of little ol’ me, but what else is new. Serious people are my most favourite projects, I shall surely make him smile sometime. I’m at least part of the troubadours again now. At least I didn’t have to rehash my old discussion about them wanting to use the term ‘master’ with me – I can’t really argue with a title like ‘master Jester’ I guess, silly as it may be.

Now the ‘Golden week’ is coming up. I promised to a part of so many different things on there I don’t even remember. I’m sure all will work out fine.