When my uncle told me we'd be moving to Mortchester, i practically fought tooth and nail to resist it. curse the old man, though, he knows that without him and his trading I'd be poorer. not poor, but... poorer.
I hate that thought.
Now, though, i've spent a lot of time in Goatswood. its a pretty village, but im not here for the scenery. ive yet to find such an outwardly heathen place in this country. Marvelous! the wonderful thing is, the Crawley manor is practically a safe haven. its everything i'd hoped it would be from what uncle had said about the man. Ah, he'd certainly be an interesting paramour, if it werent for the blasted wife.
oh well. it cant be helped.
Secured myself a tutor to aid me in my endeavor. He's an absolute rogue, but a charming sort. Older, but definitely... experienced. im looking forwards to this. he disapproves of my habits, but i think i can get him to approve of some of them.
started my instruction under my tutor. been given a few orders to think of, i need to find myself a magickal name... a name...
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