Worry not, fellow heathens. I still patrol the boards from afar while warming my toes on a delayed fireball or two in the study. I would have joined all of thee in another game of multiplayer, but I rather fear the Order of the Holy anything is far too saintly a gathering of companions and I would have been set upon the instant I joined. Wizardly folk are loners by nature, donchaknow.
I'll more than likely rise once again to instigate a clan of dastardly-minded denizhens for the upcoming NWN - will let you know when my bones have recovered enough from the winter and am up to the task once again. For all that I use squirrel-tails as one of my key ingredients, I must admire that hibernation trick..
As for Tipsy, I told the lout but he wouldn't listen - after a particularly vicious night on the moonshine he's currently in an alcohol-induced coma. I am attempting to revive him, but the research alone might last until NWN...
Don't touch me, I'm super-important.
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