Kingsday, 27th of Blessing, 721IA

Toman, Amida’s father, opened the door. It hurt me to see the hope in his eyes as he saw us. “Toman. We followed clues as to your daughters where about into the belly of the Ebon Hand,” I started gently, “We found other kids prisoners there but not Amida. There the trail grows cold, and I’m sorry to say, that while there is no definitive evidence, we believe your daughter is no longer alive.”

“You came to tell me you are not sure if she’s dead! Get the hell away!” He was angry, of course, but we persisted and told him again what we know and what we believe. He seemed to accept it in the end. Broken as he was. Thing is… I’m not sure I accepted it. I’m still hoping she is yet alive somewhere.

The first part of the day was spent selling excess weapons (a not small number of longspears used by the followers of the Ebon Hand) to Rastors, and some of the fellows bought some new equipment for themselves. I did not buy a single thing. I asked for several books we found at the Ebon Hand’s basement but that’s about it. I walked the shops with Menon, but neither of us found anything of note.

In the afternoon we decided to go the library to check with Erwin, the librarian, about the book we brought back. We told him what we know of the Galchutt and he said that his research revealed that the Galchutt are ancient creatures that are imprisoned somewhere, that the book speaks about several gruesome rituals, and that some of the pages that are missing talk about something called Child of the Hand. We told him about what we know of it and he was amazed to learn that it were us who have dealt with the Ebon Hand. Apparently tales of our deeds have already started to circulate. Eric was very proud of it and introduced us all by names to him “…and remember our names.”

Went for a late lunch at the Ghostly and as I passed by the public board I noticed a sign I haven’t noticed before: “In need of sharpshooters for opening a shooting club. Shooting contests and lectures about firearms. For more information contact Aretha at the Ghostly Minstrel.” I looked over to Aretha and she was at the bar taking some notes and waving us goodbye saying something about “meeting some people.”

Busy girl

I sat to eat and drink with Menon and later went home and sat down to try and write some song of the Republicans: something that will be catchy and accessible to people from all sorts of life.