˛7# ÷  . @ @ @ @ J T TJ ûx @  6 {* •  { P+ { { •1 { { { { { { January 1, 1994 New Year’s Eve was a blast and a headache. Went with Tom, Dick and Harry to the Guppie, and met this crazy, rich-but-hiding-it Elfin chick (she was also hiding a magic dagger). Her asshole brother showed up, with grunts, and tried to snatch her, but we evaded ‘em. Because she got pissed that I kept getting her name wrong, she finally told me she was Eguardia Lorien, out on a lark. Strange woman. Not too bright, it seemed, and kind of annoying, but intriguing none-the-less. Anyway, the really exciting part was finding the Elfin scroll—even she couldn’t read it. The old man’s going to look at it—but then he’s going to set me to learning Elfin! Should be cool. Haven’t heard from Jessica lately. I think she may be in one of those moods. And yes, the decision looms closer: What am I going to do in two weeks when I turn twenty-one? I’m itchin’ to just go somewhere. I hope I’m not just running away for the sake of running away, though … how much more could I learn here? Sean won’t tell me what to do, of course. Not anymore. u[ [´` \Qe ™1j ≈Oo ‘Et ÷Ω y ıe # ıâÉ ˘ıà˝—ç (Uí )gó 9õú Rô° f—¶ Äπ´ ù≈ ∞ ¨≈ µ ˙Ù @ $$¨˙˚ˆÒÏ!¿!¿ !¿!¿ ÿ fiˇˇ  !"”◊ÿÌ ” ¿»Õ|Ó72u2Ç;ò;¢;œ;È;Ù<?<J<L<ÜHH€@ˇÁˇÓˇR(¸,, Á `,-†^Ï&'A=‡/–††–B@H-:DW 3.1 (Serial)  Zapf ChanceryÿCentury SchoolbookÄôôÄÄôD%‘E¸1 Jason's logMatthew SchulteMatthew Schulte