I know, I know, I've calmed down a lot, the colonel has explained everything over plenty of brandy, including what was going on with the stick you were brandishing. I know that I'm lucky to be alive right now. I also know why you did it, and I understand. I accept your apologies, and let us move on now.
What is magical about the ink? I would gladly accept the quill if you have any to spare. As necessary as this is, I imagine I'll take my own notes by hand as usual.