The wind be howlin today and the winter sprites dance about gleefully.
The snow is falling sideways and we are in for about a foot of new powdery stuff.

The Gumba is well as well is the Bard, we are blessed by the the God's to have so many dear and wonderful friends, here and about in the world.

It is cold, The Gumba is not sure he will ever get used to the cold of the Northron Regions, but is warmed every day by his Bard and the fact that he can rely on so many people at a moments notice.

the Gumba has taken up the art of aleing for the masses, (Tending the Bar) at one of the local drinking establishments. (Not the great works of the wells of water).

It is a lesson in patience and understanding for the Gumba. He is not allowed to crush stupid people, however, if the need arises he does let lose with the Wicked gas, to calm the masses.

The great owl has come and gone and tells of many new and wondrous things.

The Gumba thinks a lot now about many things, pondering if you will. He truly misses his great friend and warrior companion the Red Prince, but will see him soon again, he is sure of it.

Let the winds howl and the snow blow, for the Gumba is here and for now, is here to stay.

Long live the Great Gumba and Kerry the Bard.

So sayeth the Great white Sage of the Northron regions.