"Eleanor! You Did What?!"

In a weak moment, the prim princess spirit took over Eleanor's body. Before 24 hours have passed, I have moved my Laudanum estate to Winterfell Harbor with the kind assistance of Miss Serra. Or rather I took possession of the harbor. The old chapel, stained glass, and en garde are still packed in crates. Instead of an island the land area is now connected to Laudanum by a peninsula - land bridge. The wilder little islands still provide a danger to navigation so watch out for the rocks. The creative possibilities are exciting to contemplate. The Merry Widows envision parties and soirees. The gentlemen of my acquaintance are planning and plotting as ships and armanents pop in and out in the harbor. At the moment, all is quiet! If you wander by to visit, please be careful...Mr. Hassanov left two cannon that fire at anything that moves! (At least he picked up his pirate ship and steampunk submarines!)