p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;"I was sitting in my office just yesterday, looking over a few reports on some rather naughty students who thought it funny to blow up a pumpkin outside the school. It caused a rather nasty mess. The explosion hit a couple first years who were enjoying there weekend off. It did not take long to clean up, but I had Professor Pottsworth take the three to the dungeon for several hours. While reading over the reports, I began to think of my childhood and adulthood, and how many stories I could tell. A thought crossed my mind, and I noticed how I am beginning to feel like I am reaching the end of my life, and how I should write these stories all down for future generations to read about. So thats what I began to do in my spare time. With that, I hope you enjoy reading these stories as much as I enjoyed living style="box-sizing: border-box;" /- Istaborn Tiberfoot, 1483/p