From sodapop@mpcc.org Fri Feb 11 11:02:18 1994
Date: Thu, 10 Feb 1994 19:32:22 -0500 (GMT-0500)
From: Wendi Strang-Frost <sodapop@mpcc.org>
To: jason's amber campaign <shadows@umich.edu>
Subject: diary III

	Trumped back to the main hall and nearly tripped over a rather 
shredded Sandr.  (Whoever 3, Amber 0).  Since human anatomy was never my 
strong point, and I'm better at taking things apart than putting them 
back together, I trumped Gerard and requested his services since Sandr 
wasn't inclined to do so himself.  He's lucky I was in a good mood, 
otherwise I might have left him there to stain the rug after his rudeness 
at breakfast the other morning.  I called Random to let him know that yet 
another family memeber was now bleeding.  He wanted to talk to Sandr once 
he became conscious.  I relayed that information to Gerard and then went 
to my room to change.  Nothing positive can be said about wet pants.
	Jubal acts like he wants to be left alone, so I do so.  Guess 
he's still mad that I abandoned him.  He didn't have to come to Amber.  
_I_ didn't have to come to Amber...
	Llewella has the damndest timing.  It appears that Muriel's offed 
her old man.  Not a bad idea all together, but I don't believe she'd be 
stupid enough to do it herself with her personal sleeping knife.  Which 
means intrigues afoot in Rebma.  Someone's definately trying to frame 
someone, but do I care?  I don't know.  Muriel thinks her alabi can be 
bought off.  Not surprising.  Llewella might even have dibs on top bid.  
She's looking into framing the Duchess at any rate.  I told her to let me 
know of I can help.
	I give into the Peyote spirit that evening.  Just as the commune 
is beginning, Benedict Trumps me.  He asks if I've been attacked 
recently.  I nod 'yes' to buy the time I need to swallow the smoke.  And 
then relate the tale of the cat in the woods.  Then he assigns me as 
Cameron's body guard.  I hate that.  I trumped him later to verify, 
hoping that in might be Kalyn's doppleganger.  No such luck.  So I 
wandered off to find Cameron then.  What the hell.  I have a feeling that 
we actually had a congenial chat.  To bad I can't remeber it...