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>Drown yourself in the nearby river.

What have I ever done to you??

I'll readily admit that my first interaction with Zandar could have been better thought out, and that I am not a saint, but Zandar certainly is no saint either. Far from it! Her entire life story is a shameful parade of manipulation, selfishness, villainy, and let's not forget MURDER. I'm not talking about tragic blunders here, not mere accidents, but actual, deliberate, intentional murder. She's done it! REPEATEDLY!! As for our daughter, of course why would anybody want Zandar anywhere near her? If that maniacal femme raised the princess, my daughter would either be dead or a crazed Unseelie serial killer by now. The first and only time Zandar interacted with the princess it ended with - but I'm getting ahead of myself. That part of the tale will eventually be told, if you stick around long enough to hear it.

>Go check on your old allies.

I decided that my next order of business would be renewing ties with my old allies. I mentioned a while back (April 4 http://www.patreon.com/posts/101735146 ) that while Zandar was pregnant, she slept a lot, and I used these opportunities to go out exploring. I found Rebecca and Burnside in a wood to the north, where they had set up a witches' coven of sorts ... and frankly I was a bit perturbed to find that their organization seemed a lot more successful than any of the ones I had tried to start. It was a combination of petty envy and concern for the fatherly responsibilities which I knew would soon be falling upon me which caused me not to linger in "Wild Rebecca's" domain. But now was the time for the King of Faerie to establish formal relations with them. I summoned a few Ixies and we began discussing plans.

>Deal unexpectedly with a survivor from the empire

I meant to stroll over to the O'dors' residence and check on the princess after sending the Ixies off on their mission ...

... but that plan evaporated suddenly when I heard a rustling in the bushes and beheld Ash Marten, aka Dr. Owter Cesawonki, ambling into the stone circle and raising his hat to me in a lazily cordial manner.

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