Bourbon, not normally known for his Sunday exploits, once again nearly fell victim to Negroni, his often misbehaved mutt of a friend from Italy. Birthdays often bring out the worst, or best, in Bourbon, and he was happy to oblige, though fearful as he was of Negroni's infiltration into the war party. Swing low, sweet chariot, indeed.
Violence peaked rather early that Sunday, resulting in torn leather and broken flint, but injuries were minimal, except for a slight Mono scare.
Rumors of a Bourbon trip to Anatolia are in circulation. We await reports.
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