A Polite Discussion of Politicians

"He has no markings." I was under a canvas tarp in a boat on the way west, it was not one of my finer accommodations for sea travel, though I did make the trip east on half a ship once...

"You know politicians they like to be pure." He said the word pure with disdain, I hadn't read about markings on westerners, but you know again outside of knowing one of the countries, I knew nothing.  Well one of the countries and that most of them have brown skin, so almost less than nothing.

"He had a weird sword that's for sure, haven't seen one made of this kind of metal before."

"Probably a gift from some decadant Ronerawth politician, which is good, means someone likes this guy." I was gagged as well, and I could feel shackles on my wrists, most likely my own (that's what I get for carrying antimagic shackles with me!)

"Pistol is nice too, a Hanlon if I'm not mistaken."

"Shameful someone from our lands would carry such an ugly instrument, but fitting for a politician." I was learning all sorts of things about the lands to the west, like I had no idea they didn't like fire arms, though it made sense since Hanlon never mentioned selling anything to them.

"You think he'll work with us?"

"Do you think he wants to keep his tongue? Yes he'll work with us."  Yikes I liked my tongue, well kind of, it got me in a lot of trouble, but like my penis I needed it for more functional uses. This conversation was one of several my captors had while I was trying to not die on a long sea vogage with nothing to eat (they would occaisionally give me water always with the threat of force should I try and do anything). And so I found my way to the western continent a land of magic, mystery, and misery. The three Ms.

Now for a change of pace here is the journal of Mordere I came into possession of... through legal means of course.  I'll include these after my entry for the day to put his state of mind during my absence. Surprising to me he was actually looking for me. His journal will be in blue, enjoy the abrupt joy of a murdering man.

Lorentino is missing, he's been gone over two days, too long for it to be an accident. I contacted the local authorities and will have a meeting tomorrow with a couple of them to determine their involvement, they assure me they are doing their best to locate him, made sure to use his cover as an ambassador, did not mention he was in exile.