Cold iron should be banished to the darkest abyss. Around it my magic is useless and it seems, so am I. After being tricked by the man who was supposed to translate our slab and tossed into a cage buy electrified tin guards, we still had to deal in the aftermath of a giant lizard creature that wanted to eat Trianna. And what’s more it seems poor Travers Masterson is some what taken with the girl, to the absolute DELIGHT of her father. I caught a few choice words going through his mind when he found that tid bit of information. At least we managed to save the day. And I am once more comfortable in my home. I have lessons with Colonel (Marksmen Average +) and experimentations later with Verdi. I think I shall make tea and pretend the last few days never happened