I had already showered and was sitting at my dressing table wearing my normal bed clothes; my favourite blue silk bra and knickers with my silk blue r...be tied around loosely. My hair, still wet from the shower lay against my shoulders and chest. I completed my journal installment and smiled. "19 today" I said aloud, and laughed as I cheered my hands in the air, thankful that no-one could see me. It was then a clutter hit onto my window behind me, I got up and peeked to see who it was - my. Mrs Russell came up with idea ofputting a microphone in between two pillows inside a base drum. WhenAndrea, who was one of the percussionists, stuck the drum the sound thatcame out of the speaker sounded like a muffled cannon. It would do forpractice.As the music faded from the first full run through of the 1812 Overture,I thought I'd gone to heaven and hell at the same time. My ears wereshot with the volume the orchestra managed to produce at the end. Havingthe timpani just behind me. All the power of the many magic items you own does you no good if you are unfamiliar with them and their use. This knowledge will affect a greater immediate increase in your practical abilities than spending your time learning from me, so we’ll defer my lessons for a day or two.“Mark, you will also review the magical properties of all the weapons and armor you were both given, and you will inspect their physical quality and craftsmanship as well, considering only their battle worthiness,. Jo almost burst out laughing. But she composed herself and then she nodded very clearly and sincerely.“Hmm hmmmmm.” You bet she did.The girls both wanted to know if Jo had a business card. They were thinking about doing a little escorting but only if it was fun.“Hmmm hmmmmmm,” Jo nodded emphatically. “Hmm hmmmm hmm hmmmmm.”The girls looked puzzled.“She says that it’s lots of fun,” I translated. “But I’m pretty sure that she doesn’t have a card.” Then one of the girls pulled a pen and paper out.