Today whilst my thrall pulled my cart along, a torrential downpour struck my travels. Not even thinking, I muttered some of the Elder Futhark under my breath. Much to my surprise and disappointment, the rain went from cats and dogs to a nonexistent sprinkle. I was dismayed that my thrall was now able to pull me along without added misery. Naturally I tried to merkstave the runic incantation to return the torrential rain, but my thrall was left to experience the duty carefree of weathering hardship.

Perhaps I should ask my mothers about this occurrence... If I can harness the elements... My assassination attempts would look nothing more than natural acts of extreme weather. No, I shall keep this delightfully dreadful incidence to myself. After all, my thrall makes a lovely test subject. I was able to learn the process to filet flesh, dislocate body parts, and boil a boil with a blister on a pimple within a zit. Oh the latter is saved for my most loathsome foes and causes such a fit.

As always, a bewildering array of desserts,

Lilith