Mmmk, so here's the thing. Last month I think someone slipped something
in my whiskey (perhaps a lot more whiskey) and somewhere it got into my
head it would be a good idea for me to join the Mark. As I am not
particularly skilled at combat, I don't really know what inspired this
thought, but I now heartily disagree with it. Sooo rather than
continuing to cost Lord Prospero essence and let more of the experience
slip away, which I spent my lovely gold on inks to rune myself for, I
think I'm just going to go to sleep til the year is out. Hopefully my
head will also be clear of any lingering affects of whatever that
unnamed ne'erdowell slipped in my drink. Cheers.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Phaestian, in the year 424 AF.