Finally, I have attuned myself to the winds of Hyish. The cold light of purity sings in my spirit now. I had hoped that the fount of reason would dampen my distaste for the lands of men, but instead it has only highlighted the absurdities that abound among these unwashed savages. On the positive side, now when one of these apes offends my dignity I can employ more than my cutting wit. Truly this breakthrough comes none too soon. The signs of pestilence we have been seeing grow more frequent, and more alarming, by the day.
We have arrived in the mud and wattle shanty of Talagad. It is overrun with refugees from Middenheim and the entire place smells like unwashed human punctuated with the nostril searing bouquet of feces. It is, truly, a few iron bars away from being a cage full of apes. Yet all is not dark! We can finally be rid of the two children and well paid for our efforts in retrieving the mouthy little rodents. But, of course, the hand off would not be so easy as all that.
The Inner city was closed and we were met at the gate by some puffed up fat man who tried to impress us with either his paltry bit of authority or his staggering number of chins. Nor tried to blather at the two-legged pig but he wasn’t having any of it and Drachlyn just looked increasingly constipated. So I called on the wind of Light to cloak myself in radiance. That got his attention! And it got us a meeting with the Magistrate. Another man of flabby countenance, though possessed of a sort of low reptilian cunning. He was reasonable, at least.
After we explained to him our predicament, and how it was in his best interests to assist us, he arranged a meeting with one of the Countess’ captains. Then he made his recruitment pitch. He wants us to shoo off and redirect refugees to some of the outlying villages before the stench wipes out all of Talabheim. Or before the food runs out and everyone starves to death. Either way, to avoid a grisly fate. We told him we’d answer him after the meeting.
The meeting itself went swimmingly. The captain met the kids. He asked the older girl some questions about her ancestry and was satisfied as to their bona fides. So we turned them over and that was that. The more important part of that meeting was with a sister of Shallya, who confirmed that there was sickness in the city proper. None had died from it yet, but I had the strong sense that such a state would not endure.
We engaged in a thorough discussion of why we should get away from this place, and indeed, had made the decision to do so. Then I felt the edge of a dark and sinister aspect to the winds of magic coming from the center of the city and my heart sank. I was honor bound to investigate this black working. Which meant I was going to have to stay here, in a plague touched city, surrounded by barbarian louts. It looks like we are off to herd refugees…