Ylona: That b***h They Call Dwinal
Let me begin by saying that this is ridiculous.
I do not keep diaries. I keep journals — the scientific kind, full of data and observation. This habit of recording one’s escapades is ridiculous, for who could possibly care? And the language! The style! To call it merely popular would be an act of generosity.
But I owe a small debt to Lady Glostrum and Mr. Warvel, much as I hate to admit it. Dwinal had become a plague on our society, and the tentative efforts of the likes of Limbane and his ilk did little to combat her worst excesses. Nor could I do much better. Hamstrung by the Council as I was, I had to obey its strictures to a certain degree, or how could I claim to be any better than Dwinal? How could I propose myself as a worthier leader? Oh, the f
