Achoo!

There's no nice way to say it, dear children, so let me come right out and spit it out for you: your humble Dragonmaster is unwell.

As you read this, I'm battling to stave off a chest cold, the repercussions of which are not yet fully understood; I'm feeling a bit listless; and I'm limiting my liquid intake to mostly water and ice. Fortunately, there's lots of ramen noodles and cotto salami in me fridge, in the event I start getting desperate.

I would ask for your good wishes as I battle my sneezing fits; and I hope I'll get meself back on track to do my dirty work the way you Mortals would expect me to do.

Master Blackwolf