3rd Brahmarusday of High Spring, Second Age 1853: The city festers with corruption and crime, a shadow spreading through its veins. I know my own actions—setting up networks, stretching the rules to benefit the city—have fed this beast, but it may be growing beyond my influence. Other hands are at work, pulling strings I haven’t traced yet. I need to move fast, uncover whether these players are allies to recruit, foes to crush, or just petty opportunists to sweep aside. Sitting still isn’t an option; I’ll dig until I find them.
A thief’s been operating in Hithfaer without my say-so, and that burns me. No one steals in this city without answering to me. I’ve thrown my weight behind Bahzel to hunt them down, and I’ve tasked Astarlan with shadowing three suspects. He’s got eyes and ears all over; someone’s bound to let something slip. If this thief’s got skill, I might bring them into the fold—under my terms. Until then, they’re a problem to be solved with action.
We’re setting out again, this time to crush the dwarves before they can fortify their mountain settlement. The army’s already marching, and we’ll catch them by sea, swift and unrelenting. Those dwarves won’t get a chance to settle in the lands claimed by Lady Aria and cause issues in the future—they’ll either fall or be enslaved and sold off. We can’t afford to coddle those who’ve already tasted revolt. This is about securing our hold, and I’m ready to help make it happen.