More random thoughts:
I wonder why I just haven't felt hungy lately - recently, I haven't been getting hungry, just lightheaded when I don't eat (or forget to eat). And eating makes me somewhat nauseous. I don't know what's going on... I feel fine otherwise. Ah well... guess it'll pass with time.
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D&D Summary:
Last night's D&D session went an hour over, namely because we had such difficulties trying to puzzle out how to pull one chestnut out of the fire for Alesandrus. Goodness, what a tangled web that was.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. We managed to catch the Snaketongue assassin - it turned out to be Tylan, that blackguard. The others snagged him with help from Melvin's nifty 'access transdimensional space with a rope' trick, and hid out next to the tree with the hole in the trunk. Unfortunately, Lyra had gotten bored sitting around in the transdimensional space, and had decided that scouting the area as a wolf was a better plan, so she missed out on the fun. -sigh- She did so want to rip his throat out... after Ethan's death, she felt it was her fault for not having the proper spell memorized, and had her heart set on on avenging his death. But that's in Alesandrus' hands now, more's the pity. Ah well. If she ever sees him outside of that prison, it's certain he won't have another chance for Alesandrus' mercy. AND he certainly won't be using the poison in that false tooth to escape justice... Lyra made sure of that when she cast that immensely useful 'neutralize poison' spell on him. She hadn't intended it to save the assassin's life, but it certainly made the interoggation much easier - otherwise, they would have had to cut the tooth from Tylan's jaw (painful as anything and awfully messy) and risk the chance of breaking it and losing their informant. Ah well. At least she's helped bring him to justice, and Ethan's alive. Though she's still not sure about this 'Great Ones' business, and she's extremely dubious that she could be one of them.

Anyway, after we finished that mission, Alesandus decided to send us on a more delicate mission to a friend of his - Baron Marcos De Marsalas - who was betrothed to a noble lady who thought little of Alesandrus. In a normal family, this wouldn't matter... but in this particular family's tradition, the wife of the baron inherits command of the baron's military forces upon her marriage. this was somewhat worrisome to Alesandrus. So our ragged little band was sent to the baron to ensure that Alesandrus got his support... what a nightmare. We marched in there not knowing exactly what we were going to do, and boy did we suffer because of it. I still say we could have pulled off a plan or two that we came up with in the middle of that mess, IF we'd decided on that course of action at the beginning. Lyra might have even consented to masquerade as a foreign baroness to win the affections of the baron and break the betrothal... well, as long as it didn't stretch to seduction (no, Toes, Lyra's just not that kind of woman). The other problem was trying to figure out what angle to take with whom - Diana, the baron's bethrothed, seemed a grasping, ambitious, manipulative sort who was bent on marrying Marcos for his money and power, whereas Marcos was a wishy-washy, unintelligent, albeit honorable, sort of fellow. Toes, Hoon, and Ethan finally managed to steal a few letters from Diana's room (with Lyra in wolf form acting as a diversion for the gardeners outside her manor... wheee, nothing like being chased by two fellows holding a shovel and a trowel. =D) to prove that she'd been investigating other potential matches during her betrothal to Marcos... not really enough to take her out for good, but perhaps enough for a premise to break the contract. As we were arguing over to do next, Sam gave in and allowed the baron's mother to accept those letters as evidence with which to break the betrothal. So at least that's taken care of. But I just feel like we weren't being as clever as we should have been... Sam wouldn't give us something that we couldn't figure out in a lot less time. -sigh-

Honestly, I hate to say it, but irked me that we couldn't come up with some kind of solution, and Sam had to step in and help us. We should have been able to figure out a solution without being so pathetic as to need obvious DM assistance... but oh well. I certainly wasn't being too clever about it. Ah well, all the better for the next similar mission... right? Clearly, our first choice should be "to dress Lyra up all purdy-like" (-Toes) and enlist her as seductress/mistress... I mean, set her up as a noble lady. ;) With that high of a diplomacy score, she's bound to pick up manners and customs of the nobility faster than any of the rest of the party... with some practice, she could pull it off. Might be fun... and she could be deadly even without visible weapons. Ah, the fun of playing a spellcaster... you look innocent and unarmed, but you're probably better off than a swordmaster with the combination of your offensive magic and cure spells. :)

Anyway, it looks like things are heating up around Alesandrus' camp, literally. As we traveled back to the army's camp, we saw smoke and flames from that area... can't wait to see what happened to cause this in our absence.