I now had a task to perform. I had to arrange a pie eating contest in which Flobbard Wangil could participate. My problem was that I hadn’t the funds just to buy the pies and organise one, so I needed a patron to support it. Unfortunately my patrons are not the sort of people who … More Getting to the bottom of it all.
It was perhaps a month after I’d arrived back from Slipshade and the whole episode should have faded from mind. As it was, it seemed determined to haunt me, like some over-spiced meal eaten too late in the evening. So, for example, one evening I was at the Misanthropes. I hadn’t actually dined. In fact … More Justice Of A Sort
I confess that morning, as I breakfasted on the steam packet, the Unrivaled, I awaited the rising tide with growing trepidation. Nonetheless, from my position aft of the funnel, I could see no suspiciously casual groups of overly muscled men moving in our direction. Indeed all our party arrived on time, boarded and we cast … More A Licence to Perform
I have done many things in my time, but I must surely be one of the few people who can claim to have brought the joys of civilisation to an entire municipality. Some kind souls have suggested that the place my benign influence has been most profoundly felt is Port Naain. Candour compels me to … More Bringing the Joys of Civilisation