I feel in good spirits, against all expectation and good sense. Short lived, I'm sure, but while it lasts I'm going to make use of it. I've finished two more of these, and progress on more is forthcoming.
A dismal meeting in a filthy backroom, wherein Brother Horse is forced to bargain with unsavory, worm eating characters. The fact that the table looks like it was drawn by a drunken 6 year old will make sense. Or at least I'll excuse it somehow. Shut up.
Brother Badger making a brazen though well calculated accusation. This, I can assure you, will not turn out well for him.
More on the way. In other news, tomorrow is Hallowe'en. I'll be at home, carving a turnip and chain smoking alone. Would that it were otherwise, but the gods have made their position clear on the matter.
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