I now have the crafting of my bee garden down to a science; so much so that I felt comfortable having Aledon, who was willing enough to take time out of his busy schedule, watch over it while I spent the first week of June in Tandowyn.

The Tandowyn trip, by the way, was quite the interesting experience. None of the professors there knew of any person named Shawn Enroy, as I figured would be the case. And they had all maintained the agreed-upon notion that the Chemkan Bees being marked extinct in 1271 was a true one. However, they suggested that I try the Peterson Reserve College in Zyrtin, for this place has had a beekeeping farm housing a bunch of different species. I communicated this suggestion with Dr. Jeynes, and we both agreed that I would go there next summer.

Meanwhile, I would spend time further cultivating my dymensional plane garden.

After I returned from Tandowyn, Meghan and I went on another mini-quest, this time on Planet Arturia proper. It was nothing significant; in fact, it was simply a moment to bond in a passion we've shared in the past. And I believe that this would probably be our last one together before Meghan and I part ways.

While Meghan had big fish to fry in her studies. I had mine with my Dungeonmaster role.

Recently, Headmaster Stamp established the "Voter Freedom Committee," an official title and integration of the Voter Freedom Advocates Team into University Administration. And of course, Greg Noser is the head of this.

Given their aggressive nature, and a recent memo they received to start targeting organization meetings, I decided to implement my powers as Dungeonmaster and appoint "bouncers" stationed at each entrance to the Caucus Chamber to prevent them from forcing their way into our sessions. Karyanna Dwemmer has been loudly condemning my decisions as "overstepping my bounds." Honestly, though, the move was necessary.

In the meantime, I need to rest.