I am jotting down these notes in order to help myself recall the stirring deeds of our little band, for someday I hope to set down our history in the epic format that our modest heroism doubtless deserves.
Our latest assignment began quite startlingly, as we were expertly nabbed from one of Zazesspur’s darker alleyways. I’m a little hurt that neither Mr. Cruikshank nor our regular employer Capt. Dunnell saw fit to simply present us with their little pirate conundrum, but it is evident that the need for secrecy is high when it comes to the Queen’s Eyes. Nevertheless, we five merrily accepted the challenge! We picked up the trail of the pirate messenger in the Flagon of Gold (or was it the Golden Flagon?—must check my facts before composing my masterpiece!) and tailed him with ease into the Market. Our luck turned, however, when Jedd caught his eye as he inspected a mirror at one of the stalls! (It is only to be expected that our Genasi would give us away – they are rather thin on the ground in these parts! Perhaps if Jedd could only lose some of his provincial manner he might blend a bit better in the city – must remember to have a word with him about this.)
The damned pirate must have planned for such a contingency, for he led us straight into a trap at the drawbridge. Luckily for us, Dumuzi noted the distinctly un-regimental attire of the bridge “guards,” and we went in ready for a fight! We quickly dispatched this ambush. Although Grass and Vlad had sustained some injuries, we continued our pursuit of the nefarious drow. Five steps behind him all the way, we pursued the devil through the bustling streets and winding alleys of the Fortress, only to hear him enter a courtyard and pass through a large, creaking door. When we arrived in the yard, he was nowhere to be seen, and we could only assume that he had disappeared into the ruined church which dominated the little square. Was this the meeting-place of the pirate band? Or had we lost the messenger and failed our mission?