((A copy of this letter would have been delivered to all members of the Tavern Lines ( Read more... )

It's been a while since I've actually written in this thing!  Suppose I should record something for posterity.  Too much to write it all, where to begin...

I suppose the most noteworthy and important event would be a good place to start:  Ceirin asked me to marry her.  Something of a surprise, but why not?  I'm already devoted to her, and marriage ( Read more... )

She remembered.

Ceirin was waiting for me when I arrived at our chosen location last night.  I was uncertain of how to approach her, as I didn't know what she would remember of me.

My fears were unfounded.  It seems that for whatever reason, her memories of me were relatively untouched by the process she went through.  I will not question such ( Read more... )

I admit it.  I'm disappointed.

I had hoped that Miss Ivygrove would judge me by my competence, by my dependability, by my dedication to her organization and the people in it.  Instead, it would appear that she's suspicious of me because I "seem creepy."  I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do about that - I cannot control her perceptions.  If I cannot ( Read more... )

Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that investment to pay off that quickly.

I hired a Sin'dorei sellsword to investigate the "Doctor" for me.  Slelis Dellone - I checked up on her, naturally - has quite the reputation in certain circles.  She's caustic and dismissive, but effective.  The information she's already gathered on the Doctor's situation ( Read more... )

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I spent the day yesterday at the city library, looking into public records.  Didn't find any mention of the Tavern Lines in the business registry or any documents that match the mercenary jobs we've been involved with, though I'm not terribly surprised.  Miss Ivygrove has always been rather quiet about the group, stands to reason that she wouldn't ( Read more... )