Dear Diary,
As time marches on, so do the things that need to be tracked.
Hammocks still owed: 1
Hammocks won in battle: 1
Hammocks unwittingly fallen asleep in: 1
Dinners owed to others: 5 and counting. I wonder if speed dining could be applied?
Dinners owed to me: 1
Assassination attempts: Not quite 1
Times fallen overboard: 3/4 perhaps? Fortunately Callisto was on hand to haul me back on board. I did lose my drinking money.
Back rubs given: 1
Beds made: 1 but destroyed by extra large muddy paw prints. Jabbers you will pay!
Hounds that should be cast out of the kennels: Yes, I'm looking at you, Jabbers.
Shirts loaned: 2 but the first suits the lady better than it suits me. The second was returned with the hint of a dare.
Toes stubbed on rocks kicked at the thought of such dares: 3 on the right foot!
Mention made of my pants: I've lost track.
Visits to Silverspire: 1 and what, pray tell, is a batigator? Must ask Lady Wolf for clarification.
Threats made to anatomy: 2 Lady Nia spoke of my arm and below the belt.
Trade Contracts to negotiate: 1 Lady Nia is going to speak to the Regent about that trade exploitation negotiation.
Announcements of intent: 2 - might get around to the monsters next week, will need to check my schedule.
Fascinating Weir Rituals learned about: 4
Lords of the Weir I know to discuss their perspective about one of the above rituals with: 1 but Niklas makes me nervous.
Translations made: 1 'I will bite/hurt you' is roughly translated to 'I like you and won't tear you into little bitty shreds just yet'.