(We would like to thank her for the free publicity though. After her little attempt at censoring the Press, our readership doubled. Have another teddy bear on us.)

We had heard that Balaam might be dead, keeled over in a hallway by a heartattack when someone was actually nice to him, but, alas, turns out to have just been wishful thinking on the part of our informant who waited to overhear his reply for 10 minutes and, hearing nothing, dashed right over to tell us the good news. Don't toy with us like that. We were breaking out the champagne.

The arrival of one Vladimir, a prince from Imperial Russia (shades of Right Wing Thelbane, perhaps?), was met by Aura, Cher and Sabine. We aren't quite sure what to make of this one. He had more luggage than her newest fashion plate, Aura, did on her arrival and the conversation overheard was concerned mostly with growing roses. He's pretty, we'll give him that. The robes were spectacular. No doubt Aura will be after his fabric suppliers, if not him. Victor, another tasty looking morsel, a couple that we can only hope got the bath and delousing they seriously needed and a a couple to replinsih the fawning doe eyed damsels these round ups always include.

Imagine our surprise to learn that one of the Lambs was not yet another grandchild of His Majesty, but a son! Fabulous, we exclaimed. Our surprised doubled when we saw him. A Silvan of Koros, complete with those, oh, so elegant ears!

The reception committee for this one was Laszlo, still stinging from his loss to Exthian and still trying to pimp out his sister to the Senate; former monk and mayor Dunstree, who we haven't not seen in one these reception committes before and Rory, of all people, surprising, as it is fairly common knowledge that he feels the Silvan are just a bunch of poncy tossers that prance around the forest all day singing merrily; and Aura, wearing yet another never-before-seen gown.

Aside: Just what is that woman's clothing budget? My god. Entire shires could be rebuilt with what she must spend on silk alone! Her clothing budget for a month would rebuild a street in the center of town. The only thing we have seen her in twice is that Atlantean Fire Gem she wears around her neck. And another thing; Just how many horses did she bring from Atlantis? The only repeat performers we have seen are her carriage horses. We have decided they are fashion accessories.

Back to our new arrivals. Caine, Bleys and Julian will have their work cut out for them if they want Aura's attentions from here on out. If the blatant looks she was giving our new Elven Prince are any indication, she has probably forgotten their names, and he didn't seem to mind the attention, we might add.

As long as she doesn't pull the lame old "roll yourself up in a carpet" routine. Yeesh.

And, of course, our day wouldn't be complete without a fight breaking out between Cher and Breyd. Rolling around in the street like a couple of common thugs.

And where, we wonder, is Cher today? She seems to have disappeared from Amber. Against orders. Tsk, tsk. More carpets? Will you never learn, little one?

Quick Wires!

Prince George poisoned by Mint Juleps! Fingers point to Balaam.

Rory Suffers an Attack of Honesty Whilest Seducing Sabine! "Actually, most of us are whoresons and drunkards..."

King Jason of Nuevo Sangre Rumored To Be Getting Into the Toy Business!

Ambassador Aura Gutting and Redecortaing NS Embassy! Will there be a yard sale, you think?

More goodies are sure to present themselves during Court. Stay Tuned! Ourr next edition will be written by a new nose for news, let's just call him another Nick in the Wall.

Addition:

Found Cher. Too pathetic to discuss.

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