All I smell is burning. There is smoke in the air and an undercooked chicken on my stove. Muzgaash has struck again, and struck with vigor. Ashes, disease, and suffering—Alex and I are one leper king away from Crusade. I’d love to tell you more, but we’re working on a charcoal wall drawing in the living room and set up of our salmonella triage center is next. FMOven.