Montalan 29th, Year 887 (New Imperial Calendar)

I burst into the waking world facedown in a filthy alley and my first thought was “I suppose the rumors about the Duke’s wife must be true” . As the nightveil of fog from whatever drugs they slipped me lifted, my second thought was that a dog was licking my hair – the sorriest, mangiest cur you’d ever have the displeasure to meet. Yesterday I was hunting sable fox with pureblood Straben Racing Setters, and now this!

Stumbling to my feet the vile hound rubbed it’s slimy, matted fur against my leg and I was too dizzy to even spare the mongrel a kick at first. It got bored and wandered off as I regained my faculties. Luckily for it.

Graltontown. Of course it would be Graltontown. Where two slack-jawed locals having a slobbering contest was considered height of elegant society. The Duke is going to pay and pay dearly. All that he has will be brought to ruin. I will rain destruction down up the Duke and his family until he’s on his hands and knees begging for mercy. No mercy will be forthcoming.

Walking out of the alley I found a public fountain and washed up – with many of the locals staring agog at my finery like gasping decapitated fish heads. After cleaning from my dress as much alley-muck as I could, I took some time to walk around town and get the lay of the land. I found what passed for a fine lodging in a sty like Graltontown and used the bulk of my funds to get a room for the night, a passable meal – steamed octopus with roasted apples and a ravenberry tart – as well as a bottle of fine wine. A good use of my limited funds – having cheated death I need to replenish myself.

Before I turned in for the night I made a visit to a nearby temple where I swore before the Gods that I would be avenged on Duke Eaglevane and all his cronies. An oath well sworn.

I fell into a deep drug-fueled sleep and dreamed of vengeance.

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Funds: 1 Gold , 1 Silver

XP: 0

Inventory: Noble’s outfit (100 gold) , Signet Ring , Stiletto

Revenge List: Duke Eaglevane