Salutations Sapience!

This is to proclaim where exactly the pendulum swings for the Order of
Mischief on the recent event considering Lady Demeter.

With great sincerity and finality we all came together and debated the
matter at enormous and exhausting lengths. Many of us weren't up to the
task and grew weary, heading home. I however traveled to serene Cyrene,
where a sudden flash of immaculate inspiration informed me that a
fortune cookie would humbly decide our fate in the matter at hand. The
event happened as follows:

You put a cookie in your mouth, whole, and bite the centre. You chew and
swallow it before spitting the fortune into your hand and reading aloud,
"The
fool asks but the wise man merely smiles."

Smiling Wisely,
Epi


Penned by my hand on the 15th of Scarlatan, in the year 403 AF.