Written in a self-ratching reciprocating lock scroll, in indigo ink on the cream surface.

Those lessons I recieved on wind manipulation before I left Alhambra? The ones I could not get to work in Begma?
Either there's truth to the theory that magic has left the land there, or else the air there is unhealthy. Given the Stench of Progress, it's quite possible the latter is possible.

Still, it's Begma! I wouldn't trade her any more than I would Alhambra.

Next stop...slapping people at a hundred paces.

Fully moved into my rooms here in Amber. They are absolutely beautiful, and I have a round bed! In the corner, with windows! The geometry is perfect.

My instruments arrived as well, including the hurdy-gurdy.

Oh, the Nightwalker armor came in quite handy recently!

I wonder if Badriya is still stationed here....

PS: The stars here are worth studying.

PPS: Hate bugs.