Kalren Geroux
Tuesday, 7 February 626, 9:51 AM [My Thirty-Third Birthday]
Dear Self and/or Reader(s),
Today I am now thirty-three. I feel rather old. It is uncomfortable. I am also uncomfortable because I feel as though my father has let me into the wine cellars for this birthday again at midnight. I have woken up alone in a strange home in Gilneas.
I spoke with Marshal Winterwolf, who insisted I henceforth call him Lucien, last evening. I came into possession of my favorite Stranglethorn Vale vintage, junglevine wine. I drank rather heavily, as I was informed of his maritial status in rather profound detail. I know now that, by the end of it, my cheek was bruised, my bottom was harmed, and I drank enough to acquire a hangover. A rather severe hangover. I also do not believe I said very-nice words to Marshal Winterwolf, Lady Anomia, Miss Ramsey, and Miss Wildsabre. I remember feeling envy and jealousy at his body, too.
I believe my thirty-third birthday will be a success. I already feel as though I am sixteen again. Now all I need is more junglevine and Riona, wine and woman. Simple enough, I suppose.
I could not believe the luck of Marshal Winterwolf. He never ceases to amaze me. I do need to learn how, precisely, he manages to be so successful in his endeavors. Perchance I might learn from him. Riona may appreciate it. I wonder if Marshal Winterwolf charges for lessons in this "male dominance" women appear to so appreciate.
Lastly, I am thankful that this "date auction" did not involve what I suspected. Thank the Light it was not at all sexual! That would be outright scandalous. I am relieved that no sexual deviancy was required in this "date auction." Now I might look at Riona without guilt. Thank goodness!
And now I am thirty-three, hungover, and aching. I am uncertain what to do next. At least I've gone on to a good start.
