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From the Black Book of Velmarius Elazarin

Day 228, continued

I could have never predicted that "adventuring" could earn such rewards. Although our exploration of the abandoned house was a mostly dull, boring affair, with thick skulled brutes running to and fro, chopping down everything that moved, it did result in a lucrative reward... of a sort.

After an evening of bloodshed, I found the runt who had managed to get himself lost in the old home. Naturally, he clung to the hem of my expensive, chelish overcoat. Although surely of the lower class, he at least recognized that status was the way to safety (as it always is). Leaving the dilapidated hole, and none too worse for wear aside from a slightly stale scent, my escorts and I returned to Sandpoint with the mewling child in tow.

Of course, I made straight-away to the tavern, where my ladies waited, eager to show them my prize. While Anika flocked to my side, Erika went to the brute.. at first. It took a bit of convincing to bring her back to her rightful place at my side with her sister.

I write this note from the taproom, having excused myself from their embrace to retrieve a bottle of the local vintage. Although the honeyed wine is passable, the rewards of the maidens is sweeter still.

From the Black Book of Velmarius Elazarin

Day 228,

I must be truthful. I never would have thought that such a small, slumping town as Sandpoint would hide such adventures. Although I have only been here for two weeks, after my hasty departure from Magnimar due to recent unpleasantness, I have already found myself embroiled in a nefarious plot. Of course, I never thought this journey would be effortless, but I never expected such resistance in a backwater hovel on the coast of Varisia.

Erika and Anika are quite luscious.. and well to do. That is, as well to do as someone can possibly be in this hole. Back in Westrcrown they would be paupers, perhaps suitable to serve me at my father's table... but I digress. What they lack in refinement, they compensate for with other "endowments". Of course, my adventure was progressing quite agreeably and the wine was flowing swift and sweetly. Although I was hoping to find not one, but two treasure chests at the end of my journey, unforeseen difficulties have arrested my progress. An emergency in town (some commotion among the peasants) pulled us away from our revelries, right into the path of a musclebound oaf from the north. I dare not speak to the motivations of the maidens, but Erika was quite taken by his heroics, dealing with some ridiculous drowning man.

Now I have but one lady on my arm.. and I am off to prove myself in her eyes at some abandoned house. Wonderful. I long for the days when my status alone opened all doors. This heroics business does not at all suit my tastes. No matter, I am sure that my talents shall see me through, as they always have.

Worry not. Although other errands have prevented my joining at the outset, I shall not tarry any longer. You can be at ease, assured of my presence in this motley crew.

-V