I lost a dear friend who used to accompany me on my Dungeon Horde exploits . . . a small mouse named Oreo. As I drew up the latest strip, I would have this enchanting creature who in this life took up the form of a mouse watch my every pencil and ink stroke with great interest. My shoulder feels empty without her perched on it and it was quite hard to get through it. . . but the show must go on. Let’s see if Tiggz has found Tomes, and what trouble we can get him into. In the meantime I’m looking into a Sunday tribute for my absent friend.