How I acquired this miniature army I will never understand. Their sinful minds transformed over the week from a loathing, during which I was fearful I’d be thrown from the world again, to an unconditional loyalty...of sorts. Suspicious sorts. They are of my old blood, my relations, my once upon a time kin. I feel they, at long last, comprehend and have some faith in what I have explained to them over our time spent together, and so they escort me across this ruined countryside on my...mission to experiment with the dead. Although I must say, the mission has already proved unsuccessful due to my failure to find my own earthly remains. Humm, much to consider. How shall I continue? I think it’s time to abort and spend my time here reminiscing only. I wonder if these men will escort me home and sign up with our pack, that will at least mean my time here has not been wasted. Torne’s fatherly lecture will be a little more bearable and my Fox will be less upset that I left her if I bring her a present of extra soldiers. Yes, yes.
And Julius?...Well, he has taken to travelling alone. He scouts ahead and falls behind, never does he join us.
Wash mushrooms, chop stems. Scoop out gills and discard. Combine chopped stems with bread, parmesean cheese, onions, sunflower seeds, parsley flakes, lemon pepper,salt, butter, and vermouth. Pack into mushroom caps. Bake in
pan with a small amount of water for 30 minutes at 325 degrees. Remove
and cover each mushroom with slivers of cheese, then replace in oven until cheese melts.