Mary Ostler

Well, We survived.

Mistress Agnes, and myself braved a 12.5 hour trip into Avacal. An Avacal populated by gigantic windmills. If they had been any closer to were we camped, I may have had to go Don Quiote on their butts.

I found my old banner in the bottom of a tote, so I used my old device for the week end.

The inside was pretty cozy once all my stuff got placed inside it.

 Agnes’s pavillion took a beating in the high winds.

I got to see the elevation of Master John into the order of the Laurel.

Good event over all.

But over all I have just one word for you all…

LANDSKNECHT!

Be Afraid…. Very Afraid