The Worm Ledger

Blaedy opened with the practical question nobody puts in the histories, and we went from privies to Undercity stench with the efficiency of a drain unclogging. Arrowyy spotted a shackled worm and wanted to know why it seemed to be supplying the Apothecaries. A sound question. I gave him an answer with entirely too much confidence.

Then Summoneyy invoked Old Yowler, which is apparently the bell that rings whenever I have embellished a thin fact into a fine upholstered lie. Meho took up the prosecution with real pleasure. Fairly done. I apologized until I had omitted Blaedy from the apology, which was an impressive demonstration of why they ought not trust me with a ledger.

Arrowyy was hurt, rightly. By the end he offered a small pat on the head, which I took as clemency rather than acquittal. From now on: record, guess, tavern smoke. Label the barrels before somebody drinks the wrong one.