I had to take some time away from the recent chaos. It was a nice vacation; Lemmia seems nice though there is something brewing. I can't put my finger on it, but something is off. (Ahem, Yallthun.)
Anyways. Osbert is a dumbass. It's abundantly clear to me that subtlty and discretion are not his fortait. We could have learned a lot in that graveyard but he had to be himself. So we nearly got our taints handed to us by a spectre named Bill. And it could have been completely avoided. As it stands, I've been screwed up in some way and it's pretty bad. Maybe Osbert can have one of his Cult put a restoration on me. We are working for them now, I guess. I got 500gp to outfit myself to spy. Whatever. I just got some new clothes. Screw their spy-work. These tight-asses can spy themselves up shits-creek with a turd for a paddle.
Orrenthal could learn to be a little more discrete too. You don't have to tell Osbert everything you're doing, homey. Couple of chatty-cathies those two. Maybe they should get an apartment together in Lemmia. I'm sure there is a "bohemian" district in this place. I'd go to their house-warming. I might get really shitty and trash the place, but at least they will be happy - together. I might get them a nice dog, too.
I'm eager to meet my researchers from the Puzzle Masters and then get to work for them. I won't tell Osbert what I'm doing though. I don't want him to get all "lake of fire" on me. Fucker.
Also, I want a hawk or a falcon. Something badass, with talons. Too bad Osbert's mom isn't around. HI-OH!
This ale is good.
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