The last of the master weapons from Acts One and Two is in hand, and the road to Moonrise Towers is open at last; only the temple of Shar remains unfound, and I suspect it has been under my nose the whole time. My Korean continues to resist me, a handful of phrases that will not settle however often I return to them. The fault is mine, and the remedy is more study. The dental appointment is confirmed, with the cost still to be discovered. Rain is due Thursday, and the lawn will be grateful.