[Muse]

*As finished with his day of ignorant fools, he walks into his chambers at the Burning House of Kossuth. He sits at his desk. He then takes a deep inhale, and a deep exhale. He opens his pack, pulls out his journal, flips to the next available page, and dips the already present quill into the ink well. He then begins to write...*
Well, a normal day in Thay..
*A small smirk hits his lips.*
Holy War has been declared of the followers of Moander, and the drakes are not enthusiastic at all at being at their sides in this conflict. They haven't been out in military campaign in a while, so it's kind of expected.
Due to mutual diplomatic relations, we are required as they are required in one or the others time of need.
Foolish half-bred woman.. Caramiriel((Animayhem.)) has bitten off a little bit more than she can chew.
Silvanus' champion isn't quite the champion of picking wise moves..
Apparently, from what Master Minion Vareth((Possibilitias)) says, followers of Torm and Harper Scouts are getting involved on their side..
Just fantastic.
*He smirks returns to his face.*
We'll just see how it goes from here.
*The sounds of torture fill the halls behind him, and his smirk turns into the pure stereotypical smile. He slams his journal closed, and then stands to see to the torture.*