Ches 33, 2210

Today was baking day. We have some slightly bruised fruits left over from the Greengrass festival. Samael said we should put it in the bread we're giving away. It smelled a lot sweeter that way, but all the people that eat said that's a good thing. We have three carts full.
 
Tomorrow begins le Danse des Lunes. I look forward to this festival. Like all festivals, it smells amazing, but I mostly enjoy the lights. I plan to set up the table for the cult early in the day and then spend the rest of the light hours watching where everyone else sets up. I want to know where the guards are going to be recruiting so we can offer alternatives. We were supposed to be with the rest of the recruitment tables, but so it goes. They can stick our table in an alley, but that won't stop us from walking through the crowd with the bread.