Riposte!

Five months have passed since my last entry, for which I am profoundly sorry. I have only recently escaped from the pursuit marmots of the crack Winnipeg Light Cavalry, 5th squadron, and my legs are tired and covered in teeth marks. Though I was the only one pursued, many bothans died in the chase.

Beasts aside, I have nothing to report.

Except of course to inform you that I have enrolled in a fencing program. I hope my mastery of fencing skills will make up for my complete lack of Bo staff skills, magic skills, and the like.

Deep in the ill lit corners of my mind lurks the suspicion that I might have taken up fencing to fish for insults, whereupon I would be forced to demonstrate my facility with handguns and the placement of expanding-point ammunition in the bodies of the insultors.

I also discovered the long lost part of my soul responsible for human empathy and killed it with a shovel. I hope it stays dead this time.

Until next we meet.