Year of Wild Magic, 14 Present Reckoning, 20th of Eleasias


“Itsh a strange path Fenmarel has set me on. It seems I’m given another chance to search the Mere. Yestereve I met an old man named Greir Bruenson, an old tracker with the blood of the northmen running thick in his veins. He came down from the Sword Mountains after guiding a party of foolhardy young nobles set on hunting Perytons among the cracks… not the brightest shards orbiting Selûne as you would have said Helgria, hunting Perytons… humpfh. At least they had the sense to hire a decent guide.

Greir told me an interesting fact. While on his way back, he had the chance to search the sites of two caravan attacks. Lots of bodies missing, and booted tracks leading away from one site. Slavers, he said, trying to put the blame the attacks on the scalykin of the mere in order to hide their tracks.

As I sat at my usual table at Gondalim’s a young urchin brought me a message from Vander Quillhearst. He wants me to make sure his stubborn niece doesn’t make a corpse out of herself in her quest to become an adventurer.

Strange as things are falling into hands. Ish it possible that Halmsten is still alive? What do ya think Helgria? I think I’ll join forces with Na’tally and her companions, with their swords and spells at my back I could get to the interior of the Mere.
 

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