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Frances Allegretti

There's a lot on my plate these days; best I have somewhere to keep track of it all.

Tomorrow I'll be hosting a sermon, I believe; I may use the same one as last time, if there are no repeat attendees. What are the chances one of three people in the whole city would attend both? At any rate, I think I should write a new sermon to appeal to a different sort of audience. Not everybody wants to hear stories; some are significantly more practical.

Maybe it's not those people I'm trying to reach.

I've been a part of some exciting battles in my life, and there are many exciting ones to come; The Society, for example, will be the sort of droll challenge I really don't look forward to. How can you convince a group like that to change their ways? I'll appeal to their highest ranks; as Duquesne would always preach, lead the head and the whole body will follow.

I don't want to be diplomatic; I want to ride horses through a thickly-forested road, beset by bandits on all sides, while a man with more armor than skin knocks their arrows away from me and shouts out challenges and threats of justice. I want to swing from one precarious ledge to another on a rope older than I am. I want to skip through a lovely field of tall grass and daisies pursued by a horde of hungry, axe-wielding orcs. Lurue, I beg you, send some grand adventure my way and whet my appetite for wanderlust once more. Don't let me wind up like my parents.

Oh yes, I also have a lesson to hold on Friday. Elapidae said he would attend, and at that time I'll be once again standing next to an Agent of the Spellguard in friendship and support. I hope that my next tournament need not be the Elapidae Memorial.

I miss Whiteblade.

And I also have the Westerling Memorial on Monday, which should actually be quite exciting if all goes as planned. I'd love to see what sorts of mages and clerics there are around the city, and I think I can manage to raise some good support for the School of War. In my opinion it is safer to separate magic-users from swordsmen in these tournaments, so that's what I'll do from now on.

This was significantly more complicated a day than I usually have to deal with, and nothing about it ended well. With any luck my sermon tomorrow will go over well and I'll be able to accomplish something.

I did ask for adventure, and I guess that's what I got. At the very least I still have my life, and a potion of invisibility.

I can see why Sorrooke is so close to hopelessness. That sort of person tends to congregate in a herd. If I'm smart at all I'll avoid it from now on.

Obviously, since I don't intend to turn my back on someone in need, I must not be that smart. Lurue, please watch over me in these coming days and weeks; I get the feeling that more than ever I'll really be needing it.

(I got a cameo on today's episode of the Sev and Sorrooke Show!)