Journal No 4

4 December
O Captain, My Captain~

It gladdens my heart to no end seeing you arrive safely in the village. I trust you will find the town, interesting to say the least. I do hope you enjoy it as much as I have come to. I cannot break this habit of putting down my thoughts. I find myself flipping through days past, grateful for the little reminders.
I was remiss about updating my journal and I find myself a few days behind. At any rate the first of December brought about Bacchus Thiasus's first event at the Cockpit, The Minerva Challenge. I lost some coin due to a horrible misconception that a male held the upper hand when fighting against the fairer sex. Seeing that Sullivan, the butler was walloped by the extremely buxom Rhona, a bartender over at The WildMan. I quickly adjusted my wagers accordingly and recouped my losses as Rhona, who looked very much the Amazon beat the next contestant. A gentleman by the name of Sampson if memory serves. Unfortunately I had a bit too much to smoke and wandered outside to watch the evening sky and missed who became the night's champion. If I was inclined to gamble I would put my coin on that Amazon. Gods favor the poor brute who gets tossed out of the tavern by her hand.
With all the socials popping up around town, I was inspired to try and gather others who find the written words as well, enchanting as I do. The Goatswood Society for the Written Word, will be hosting a story-telling event with The Wildman later this month. I am hopeful that in such a creative village some brave souls will step up and compete. Not as exciting as a pugilist match, but entertaining none the less.