Huzzah!

The curse of the Garlic Hurricane has abated. A new chapter of my tale has been uploaded after spending many hours without sleep bent over my digital transcribing machine. It is my hope that this should sate my devoted fans for a few days, yet stoke the fire of their desire to read more of my prose.

The Goldenhair Sedai has also started work on her new saga, promising to publish the first chapter before retiring.

An aside to those who have an interest in perusing her works, she does not publish under that name. I would tell you her pen name, but she has threatened me with bodily harm should her name ever leak out in my writings.

The Green Monkey has also left our domain and things are getting back to normal around the Stronghold of Steel. At least until one of my other offspring appears at the gates.

We may make another journey to the shaman's lair to determine the results of Goldenhair Sedai's test of stress later today, however she is deeply engaged with her new tale at the moment, so that trek may be put off for a while.

[Update]

Unwilling to venture into the heat, the Goldenhair Sedai used the Telecrystal to speak with the shaman's golem. This time she was told the shaman has gone on a short sabbatical to the distant kingdom of Beaches and Myrtles and shall not return until next week. His consorts have examined the scrolls containing her test of stress results but none can decipher his scrivening. Were good shamans not in short supply in our kingdom I would seriously consider using my awesome Napalm Fart power to roast him alive.