Entry 42 I thought the Anvil Mages Guild would require no effort to join. The town is run by pirates! Even so, the magister insists I show a "rigorous mind," whatever that means. Entry 43 I thought the magister was being literal, so I delivered a fresh minotaur brain to the guild hall. I'm no fool; I thought to wrap it in three layers of waxed paper. I don't see why it caused such a fuss. Entry 45 The magister realized I have no practical knowledge of the dreugh, either. I now have a book about dreugh mating practices and a directive: "Find an alchemical use for grom." What in Oblivion is grom?