Friday's Delight, Saturday's Relief

We witched through it, mortals! PHEW. With a combo-duo-monologue, a surfeit of sponsors, an Irish drinking song, an ode to big Celtic wives, we survived another week. I learned some disturbing new facts about drinking tobacco, but, we yet survived. If ye missed the fun, scurry to the replay, instanter!

Next week, Summersbane returns, & we must #FREEPADDY from jail! Below—find last night’s “song of the Winter,” according to industry buzz: “Archmage Xanthrene!”

Sure, Xanthrene’s methods seem extreme—but is anything else working? If ye find wisdom in his offer, or simply delight in his tune, be sure to spread his message to friends!

I thank all who joined us last night! In this rapidly-rotting time, camaraderie brings joy. I thank also all who read these missives, & I must thank the generous mortals who can & do spare funds to support our works here in the Scriptorium! Whether by upgrade, subscription, bit, donation—every mote of support is seen, & appreciated.

I shall write ye come Monday with fresh art, & a fresh tale—’til then: be safe, be well, & be grooving to Xanthrene. Ye may need him soon…

Cheers,
Amoenus Franco
Wizard, Writer, In the Market for a Big Celtic Wife