Greetings unto thee, young friend. All be well here as we wait for the signs of spring to gladden our eyes and lift our hearts with joy. It cometh, to be sure, howbeit slowly as the Oregon slug in the shadows but it presseth onward.



At month’s end will we visit a knight’s event where passage of arms wilt dominate the field. By tourney’s end shalt it benownst unto us ownership of many a title.



Nay, I not be in contention as a simple ‘sir’ be eloquent for my taste. Likewise while I weald a mean quill, my sword-skills leave much to be desired!



The pen be mightier than the sword so it is writ amongst the ink-horn mates. Methinks this be self-serving, however, as such folk have less inclination for the practice field than bookroom. Certainly, I do find myself within that mix!



‘Tis mine hope that with the advent of Persephone’s arrival, new projects greet thee upon thy horizon bringing with them new challenges to keep thine interest ablaze.

All beith well in my realm. Alas Winter withdraws her icy hands from my land as well. But I fear I shall lament for her depart, for now I must seek out new means to keep mine ale cold. (:

Cheers Wolfgang.

Wow! Where are you?!

Nay, m’friend, thy benefit be not free! Thou hast paid for it many a time with thy blood – a costly coin of exchange I would so argue. And so the benefit wilt be held dear unto thee and not squandered upon the moment.



The military knoweth the way of discipline. I would wish for thee that such be thy fate in the wont for thy quest for knowledge. If thou findest labor in the here and now, thou art amongst the blessed for the labor market be thin indeed.