Sigh.

  Oh dear.  Green blood AND terribly, terribly bony knees.  I didn't even realise until I changed into a vest after my thin old robe got too torn to keep.  Ah well, Cleric Beryl has given me a new robe, so they're properly covered up again... the knees are a reason to keep up with my sewing, I suppose.  I'll want to be able to make myself a new robe whenever my outfit needs replacing; I won't want to be left with nothing but what I can loot and find that everything I can loot is showing my superfluous joints.

  (Beryl.  What an odd name for a man!)

  And why is it that my knees (and elbows, I see) are nothing but bone?  I'm quite well-preserved elsewhere, I'm happy to say.  *ahem*