
First night out in a thousand years, and my knee buckled. The ink isn't dry yet, so we'll call this one unwritten.
My lord, a picture of you on your knees fetches quite a price. Mind if I sell it around, say, three places~
My lord! What in the world was that pose, I doubted my own eyes.
Seal Hall entry number three, whereabouts confirmed as of last night. You have five days to self-report.


