“Sebastian: Patience, my young master, victory will not escape our grasp forever. . .granted it does seem a bit slippery. However, I assure you all is going to plan.

It seems Viscount Druitt has decided he has had enough of the game for now since injuring his head. . .not that it was ever the most active part of his body. It seems Grelle needs a bit of rest too, certainly practice will be a bit quieter this week, perhaps a welcome rest for us as well.

Grelle: I heard that! Do you have to be so cruel, Bassy? Or at least from so far away when I could use a neck rub. . .

Sebastian: As I was saying! Eh-hem. Anyway, the Lady Elizabeth says that her maid, Paula will be taking the Viscount's place on the team. Perhaps she can use those bells as brass knuckles. . .a less painful use perhaps.

Paula: Jingle Jingle Jingle!

Sebastian: . . . call Lau, I think headaches might be quite common in the next few practices. Finally, while I am flattered at your assigning the apothecary to me this time out, I think the assignment might have been a bit hasty. Afterall, if I couldn't regenerate a simple smashed vertebrae, then what sort of a butler would I be?”