Hear me, hear me, hear me...

Let it hereforth be known, that in three days time, Mistresses Traci and Alana, and Master Rance, shall venture forth to attend the Madrigal Feaste at Red'e Castle. There promises to be much wailing and gnashing of...wait, wait, wrong script...ah here it is... promises to be much wassailing and caroling and Yuletide cheering in which to partake, and the Ladys and Lord refuse to miss such entertainment, not to be mentioning the wassail. In conclusion, let all who hear this be ware, as one of our number may be sent to the stocks as punishment for his or her crimes. Perhaps he or she is a supporter of another establishment, or has caused grievious mental harm to an Old One or Two. Nevertheless, the culprits shall be duly punished.

To the Stocks!
-Ye Olde Madrigal Enthused Traci