In case you are wondering why I have not been in evidence, I feel moved to confess that I have once again been wandering the Mazes of Menace and indulging in the great joy of nethack. I’ve mostly been playing wizards, most named Esk, with the occasional Kethry, and some have done quite well before succumbing to tengus, food poisoning, or other dangers of the deep. So I am afraid my energies have been elsewhere—not with Carys and Eirian or any of my other creations, but rather with my little cat, Piwacket, and my god Anhur. So, if you’ll excuse me, I must go see if this pickaxe is cursed.