Opening post by Cheshire Cat · #1
There is a war on. There is also a small silver creature asleep on the war table.
The matter at hand is sleeping arrangements, and how I lost the map of the North.
The lobster treats are kept locked now, in a chest, in a room, behind a door. She has defeated all three. I have begun to admire it, which I understand is the first mistake.
That is the report. Normal business resumes tomorrow, probably.