‘Tis the week of Professional Development with the Trust of Battlefields. Indeed, we professors must attend such things for spells of continuous education. Alas, many of those chosen to perform these lessons, are secretly imps and dark fey. There hath been even and energy vampire or two.
In the mornings, these mischief makers and energy drainers have been attempting to kill the professors of history with their extreme dullness and abilities to drain energy. One, who spoke of the hunting ships, was so talented at their Torture of Dullness that I wanted to gnaw off my own leg to escape his droll voice. How one could make the Essex, which sank and the survivors resorted to cannibalism, boring I do not know. Yet verily he didst so.
The one I am doing now is doing one of the most horrific things to ever happen in this world, indeed a Holocaust, and is managing to be dull. They say his lessons have been up for awards. Forsooth, it must have been awards from the Torturers Guild. His voice is that which playwriters use to mock historians and present them as dull.
Pray unto thine gods for me. I am only halfway through.
The Middle-Aged Single Fantasy Witch 