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I will make today’s entry as brief as I may, for my paramour came through, and I now have a decent vintage of port in my tent awaiting my arrival. Around mid-morning, Sir Yalinari and Miles led the wagon – driven by Hanar and Parnalam – and accompanied by Master Sergeant Drathon, Dreune, Shasivin, and Vanith into town. Apart from a successful shopping trip, little of import happened, although Sir Yalinari returned in a mood unlike any I have seen him in for all our long acquaintance. After supper, he was very silent, and kept to himself, which is most unlike the usually attention-seeking entertainer. Supper was no more than an hour past when he took himself to his tent to “turn in”. You could have heard a pin drop as the shocked faces of the Company followed our Bakluni comrade to his tent. No more has been heard of him since, though Shasivin has intimated that he was rebuffed by a potential romantic liaison. Although the confidence elicited a fair bit of humor from Company members, I am not convinced. I’ve seen him fail before, but it has never affected him like this. He has always been one to take his failures in stride along with his successes. No, there is something more on the mind of our Protocol Officer.

The silence of Sir Yalinari was diametrically opposed to the actions of Ladbrooke. The youth had originally been selected to go into town with the others, but for reasons that I am unaware of, was held back at the last minute in favor of Sergeant Miles. It may be that the Captain wanted a more reliable sword, but Ladbrooke seems to have taken the slight personally. He was very vocal throughout the day, voicing his displeasure to any who would listen. Several of the leadership team, including the Lieutenant, had a word with him, and he eventually settled for complaining quietly to his friends, Orvin, Tovish, and Benito.

After our team returned from town, Master Sergeant Drathon, as is usual when we have several hours of “down time”, called for a practice session. He chose for a sparring partner our friend, Ladbrooke, on whom he demonstrated new moves to the novices for several hours. After this, Ladbrooke was so tired and sore that he went to bed barely after Sir Yalinari. I don’t know for a fact that the Lieutenant had a word with our Master Sergeant, about Ladbrooke’s earlier behavior, but it seems likely. In any case, I care no more for idle speculation this evening. I have a date with a Traft ruby port of respectable vintage.