sad to announce that i am, despite my best efforts, still not living a life of notoriety in a dark, crumbling castle, furnished throughout with candles and deer antlers and statues that move when your back is turned, and moreover that i have been unsuccessful in my attempts to get the townsfolk to refer to me as âThe Baron of the Lonely Hillâ and cross themselves when i walk by
deeply dispirited to inform you that even after multiple requests, i have been unable to get the guys at my local tavern to warn foolish young men away from my abode, yea, lest they be suckĂŠd dry by the beast that dwells therein
devastated to report that the town priest continues to spend his free time hosting charity bake sales, instead of hanging ominously around in graveyards making cryptic, plot-relevant remarks about me
















