Heh, yes. Lately I’ve been obsessed with a different character, though. Epi shall return soon!

SO I ran into this rather odd fellow named Terry one day when visiting the Arcane Tower. This was a while ago, before the Tower moved to Mayfields, mind you proper. His name was Terry, and he was rather helpful and affable. A nice, sort, really, really.
He had a most interesting book in his possession that he had written, of which he allowed me to peruse; it made explicit certain knowledges on that most beloved subject - the enchantment school of magic. Overall, I was rather impressed by Terry’s learning (and so young, he seems younger than me even), but I could not help but be struck by the man’s rather bald obsequiousness. (You know, I make it a point to distrust the defernetial as a general rule.) He seemed somehow or other rather tied into the Tower.
Anyhow, the strange mage let me copy some notes and promised a copy could be arranged at a later date, so who am I, who am I to speak ill?
Acquiring a copy of this tome, this I will make certain, certainly, possibly.

This is a place to kill time for those who like it better dead. You are a victim of the rules you live by. Politicians do not rule our lives: a million filing clerks do. Your ignorance cramps my conversation. Power to the Imagination.
Remember, work is a four letter word. Then again, so is luck.
Heretowith, if you think you’re wrong, you’re probably right. And if opportunity knocks, go to bed with your pants on.

Praise Tymora! I should get back to studying my dweomercraft.

