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I have had the most positively exhausting two weeks of my entire life. You cannot believe just how complicated one simple escort has turned out to be. I really can't be bothered to provide all the messy details yet, when really I want to just sit down and drink coffee and rest.

Instead of explaining myself, I will provide the magic journals with a lament! I have crossed that line drawn between youthful energy and deteriorating decrepancy. May the Dragons judge my poor youth fairly. (... though perhaps fairly is not the word; it's entirely possible their judegment would not be favourable, considering my reputation! Mercifully may be better.)

If anyone deems to write back to me, I will likely not answer, as I will be having coffee with my guest and nursing a butchered leg.