A Bee in a Bonnet

It amazes me how quick some into aggravation when their point of view is questioned. Do not worry about perhaps giving any insight or perspective into why you feel that way, just draw your claymore and rush me.

You know, I sometimes ponder if horror movies lost their effect on me because I have entirely stopped watching them with company? I wonder if I should invite the girls to a horror film night.

I think perhaps the most lighthearted the hunt gets is when you ally with a hunter you have some familiarity with. Of these my favorite would have to be the eccentric saltpetre hunters, most of them have heard tell of my proper upbringing and have seen how I carry myself and thus deign to be as informal and friendly in their banter as possible. Even the cold winter noble in me can't help but smile when some chemically singed eccentric says something like "Ah, I'd missed ya face." with a streak of impish glee in their eyes.

Ffffffffflip.

I can't tell which aspect of my followed blogs is more telling of how outwardly repressed I may seem. Hmm.

Oh well, it has been my pleasure to journey through the lands of knights and lords, I even met an unseemly fellow who almost matched my ability to stick to a target. I think I could go for a back massage.