Dear diary. Some time ago my Charali friend told me she had plans to host a charity event at her bar, The Half-Pint  over at Milford. In support of the victims of the flood. It sounded like a fun thing (not the flood, but the event), so I agreed to hold a quiz. I don’t […]

The Troubadour Guild has an inner yard with plenty of plants, some trees and other green stuff. I used to mostly hurry through it on my busy way. But after the flood the place is a mess! The plants are all either dead or very sad-a-looking and the mud is everywhere. Even I understand that […]

Dear diary. Haven’t written for a while. The pages were all wet and I had to find some new ones before I could continue. Not to mention finding a dry table to write on! Lots of water in Lithmore. Lots and lots and lots, so much one had to float about on broken doors in […]

Dear Diary, things are changing with the people around me. First of all Father Piuso is dead, died from illness I understand. He won the charity auction for me the other week. He never got a chance to redeem his price – an evening of jolly jesterly mirth. A true tragedy, that. Secondly, Orbie seems […]

There is an auction and ball coming up, arranged by the Lady Cellan dul Ansari and Orbie . Will be good fun! I love festivities. The whole shebang is for a good cause I think, but I forget what it is. Anyway, I’m to be auctioned off! For charity! Winner gets to buy me dinner […]

Held a most ego-enhancing conversation with Sir Porter today. (Sir Porter! I remember when first meeting him, a ratty new kid in town! How quickly they grow up, sniff.) He’s got quite the honeyed tongue on him that one. Buttered me up just good he did. Sir Porter relayed that a certain master Troubadour said […]

Dear Diary. I was killed last night, then I danced with my killer before being carried off by a dream. All in a night’s work! A most marring experience it was, full of drama, accusations and knifes in the back! Of course after my death I immediately rose as a ghost and could partake in […]

Dear Diary. A strange fellow he is, that Orbie. Why cares he what a jester thinks of him? Why does he bother one whit about the pointless things I say? I know I talk too much, but he has known me this long – he should know that he should pay me no heed by […]

 The other day I had breakfast with Countess Dmitreva, the very nice lady who has agreed to retain me and made me her court-fool (still can’t really stomach such a fancy title for myself though). She is so very kind and generous! The waiter of the Blue Ballad looked at me like I was something […]

Dear Diary. For some reason many of these entries have been concerned with bathing. It’s simply because I tend to I have so much fun when bathing! For even more fun, add the following ingredients: Naked man who is a bit awkward by your presence A water-loving dog that is not at all awkward by […]