The aliens decided to return, this time to Steelhead. Of course I had a spectacular crash just as I was shooting at one. We all gathered for a report of "all clear." Afterwards, Miss G and I went to Tam and she showed me her pretty Dun Ringill home. We ended up at the Anvil, where I had a mug of whisky as the two of us sat in our hats and spectacles comparing rifles and taking random shots. Nothing like the combination of a little "water of life" and weaponry!
Despite both of our best intentions to turn in for the evening we ended up in a lively conversation with folks in Eyre at Miss Tombola's, where that Mr. Barthelmess made an appearance. What is he up to I wonder? I ended my night with a lovely ballroom dance twirl on the roof of Mr. G. Hax's gallery.