21 Eleint, 1493
❧Stupid Warlockses
Afternoon
So, we looked round a bit, tryin to find Rezmir. We ain’t decided yet if we’ll take her out for Talis, but to be fair, we’ve been handin out death left and right lately, so we might jus do it anyway. While we was searching, we poked our noses in a few rooms to see what we could find. One of ‘em had a whole wall made of clear, sparkly ice! There was also a big platform where flyin’ critters could land. After a bit, we found a locked door.
We could hear someone moving round inside, so we knocked, nice and loud, and waited. Sure enough, we’d found Rezmir in her room with a couple of drakes and a warlock that looked real familiar. Remember that boneheaded warlock from the caravan who accused me of killin’ his friend? Yeah, that idiot was there, but somehow he didn’t even recognize us. I made damn sure to keep my ugly mug outta his sight, that’s for sure!
Anyway, we tried our ruse with Rezmir, but she said only one person had the authority to order our investigation, and she knew him personally. We didn’t get much chance to convince her after that ‘cause the rug came to life. The rug! Rugs ain’t supposed to grab folks and wrap ‘em up like some kinda burrito! Poor Kalama!