The noisy foliot usually confined under the back deck converting that foul-smelling red liquid in to essence has also been dismissed. Why they don’t dismiss me as well I don’t understand. Instead of sending me back to the Other Place where my essence could fully recover, they leave me encased in iron and unable to escape. They have at least left me in a place with plenty of sunlight. In the sun my essence can recover slightly, without it I can feel my essence slowly draining away.