Mantelderith 14 Year 888 (New Imperial Calendar)

I grant you that my life at the Duke’s court was not exactly like the Baroness’s life here, but even so it’s becoming more and more inexplicable to me how anyone (well any woman I mean) with any kind of a functioning mental capacity can stomach this life without jumping off the highest wall they can find.  Morning prayers. Getting dressed and preparing for the day.  Discussing the recent betrothals, marriages, poetry, and music over breakfast.  Teaching.  Mid-morning prayers.  Lunch.  Supervising the servants.  Embroidery and dance practice.  Evening prayers.  Supper in the main hall.  Day over.  Process repeat.  Over and over and over until death.  And the worst part is that most people (women I mean) would kill for a chance to live like this.  Just so they wouldn’t have to worry about food or getting sick anymore.  The world really is a disgusting place.   Sometimes I wonder why anyone bothers. 

Before the BIG ceremony the day after tomorrow there was a smaller ceremony today for the people who actually did the killing and dying to bring the Baron back to his throne.  I mean he was technically always on the throne but you know what I mean.  Martialla and I were not included among the honoraries of course since all we did was everything.  Mord Eli Ciraanova, bookmaker, fight arranger, and (semi)organized crime member was rechristened Sir Mord Eli Ciraanova knight of the realm.  No one seemed to be more surprised about this fact than him.  His new finery sat ill on his frame and he had a look of a man whose head is placed in a guillotine but is facing an open window with a nude woman inside – terrified but optimistic.  This despite the fact that he wasn’t even present for the fighting.  I guess it’s logistically the only way the Baron can make use of Mord’s dick-kickers and eyeball-gougers.  People like that can’t take orders from the Baron directly, nor would any of them be elevated to knighthood.  The Northman with the bird tattoos also received some kind of acknowledgment but I don’t know what.  Whatever the noble equivalent of a “good job” is.  I don’t keep up on these things. 

Only slightly less fraudulently Parfinis and Betrei were made knights as well.  I’m confident that they did no fighting either, but at least they were in the manor while it was happening – hiding in a closest is more than some knights have ever done.  I heard through the grapevine that Jesslin actually did protect some of kitchen staff with her magic, receiving a wound for her troubles, but there was no mention of that of course.  Unlike Mord, my good cousins (or whatever they are) were in hog heaven to be receiving this honor and knew exactly which leg to dip and how high they could raise their eyes and all that courtly bullshit.  Along with them another six newly minted knights were turned out as well as a dozen other squires and honor holders and whatever else – some of them actual fighting men.  I think a butler was posthumously made a baronet (or maybe a paralictor) for saving the Baroness’s petticoat.  This meant that his family was immediately in arrears on their patronage and thrown in debtor’s prison.  Just kidding, that won’t happen for a couple months.

Hellerhad was nowhere to be seen during this very long and very hot service but he did turn up at the feast that came afterwards, sitting at the Baron’s side and laughing like a jackass when he wasn’t giving me dirty looks.   The feast itself was only mildly less tedious than the ceremony but at least the food was good and the drink was, if not good, at least copious.

Martialla was adjusting her dress uncomfortably “Remind me never to get knighted, that thing went on forever.  How many vows are there to swear?”

“Oh, they make you swear and swear they do, the idea is that there are so many vows you can’t help but break one – that way they can screw you over whenever they feel like it.  Like most game it’s rigged, but it’s the only game in town so what can you do?  The good news is that women can’t be knighted, they’re too weak and emotional to save the Kingdom.”

“Thank goodness for that.”


“So what’s going on exactly?  We saved the Baron and now . . .?”

“I figure the big celebration day after tomorrow is the good time to ask him to take this necklace off as a show of trust.”

“Which you will immediately betray?”

“Which I will immediately betray, why else work so hard to get someone to trust you?  Then we head back to Graltontown, take care of Beltian and a few other loose ends, and then on to the Duke himself.”

“About time.”

“Tell me about it.”

“What if the Baron doesn’t go for it?”

“I think I’ve proven my loyalty at this point, I doubt he’ll refuse me, but if he does we’ll just have to figure something else out won’t we?  Maybe we can learn something about this necklace and how works, I feel like some monster or other told it was a fey charm.  If I go into the woods there’s probably more mermaid vampires – maybe I can ask one of them.  I was attacked by a mermaid vampire last time I was here you know.”

“No, it’s certainly not something you mention all the time.  Also you said it was a satyr, keep your lies straight.”

“Maybe it was a faun, or a korred, or a baccae, or one of the dozen other fey creatures with goat legs.  Why do fairies like goats so much?”

“Goat is delicious, they probably eat the top half and then not wanting to be wasteful attach the bottom part to themselves.  Then they use the horns to make their flutes.”

“That’s probably it.  Do you think minotaurs and satyrs get along?” 

“I suppose so, they both like getting drunk, that’s usually all it takes for people to get along.  Or . . . not people, but . . . things like that.  Peoplish monsters.”

“I’ll drink to that.”

And we did.  I’ve you’ve never been to a country nobleman’s feast before, which you haven’t, the farther away from the main table you are the less stuffy things are.  Things are reversed with urban sophisticates like the Duke, but out here where nobles take their uptightness serious the only chance of fun is to be as far away from the host as possible.  So there’s a little bit of a silver lining to being snubbed despite your contributions.  As the festivities carried on, down at my table a couple fellows, who no doubt though themselves very “naughty” started up with a little gambling.  Copperante dice bullshit at first, but someone turned up with a deck of cards and soon afterwards a more interested fellow turned up with another deck of cards – you know the kind I mean – and not long after that we were playing Gin and Maidens in earnest. 

Normally in this kind of setting I would refrain from playing – what proper lady would gamble at all, not to mention even playing a game with adult themes and alcohol – and if I did play I would make sure not to win too much.  But for some reason this time I did neither of those things.  Probably the booze was part of it, but I can’t really explain why – maybe I was just tired of restraining myself.  After I had cleaned out all the grooms and butlers and valets and whatnot word had spread and men were coming out of the woodwork to see this fancy lady who was taking everyone’s coin in this lewd game of lewdness.  As the night wore on and I defeated all challengers those who thought themselves seasoned gamblers started to turn up to try and take me down.  There were a couple who gave me some trouble, but the nice thing about being a woman is that no one is going to accuse you of cheating no matter how many hands in a row you win. 

As the night wore on and the feast was losing steam the gambling was still going strong.  I found myself sitting across from Hellerhad.  He was a good player but not a great one.  Like a lot of smart people he mistakes intelligence as a substitute for skill – dummies aren’t going to get far but there’s no substitute for experience.  After about twenty minutes he started using his magic to cheat – subtly, but not subtly enough for me to miss it.   That increased the degree of difficulty so that it was another hour before I had all his money.  For a country butcher he sure had a lot of money.  Maybe there’s a spell that creates gold.  That would be pretty bad for the economy though so maybe it’s just a spell that finds gold – which is fine?

There’s a lot of “wise” sayings about gambling (and everything else) but one that’s actually pretty smart is don’t bet anything you’re not willing to lose.  No matter how sure you are, never put up anything that you aren’t willing to see go away.  Once Hellerhad pulled a ring off his finger and I saw the look in his eye when I swept it up as winnings I knew that I had him in a tough spot.  I could almost see the thoughts running through his mind “I’ll just keep playing until I get the ring back”.  It’s interesting how stupid smart people are sometimes.  Once I had all his items of value I wondered idly if he was going to incinerate me with a spell, but he just sat there looking like he couldn’t believe what had just happened.  You see that look a lot on people who just gambled away all their money – it’s like they blacked out or something.

I turned to say something to Martialla and realized that I could see right through her.  Martialla wasn’t sitting next to me, there was a Martialla illusion there instead.  I hadn’t noticed it before because I was just seeing her out of my periphery.  My first thought was that she had conjured an illusion of herself so that she could sneak away without anyone noticing.  No one would care if she left, but she’s a commoner, she doesn’t know how these things work.  I quickly rejected that idea though, because she would have no reason to sneak away from the drinking and gambling. 

I nodded my head at the illusory Martialla “Hey, butcher, can you track who did this?”

He looked up slowly “What?”

“This illusion of my friend, you’re a great and powerful mage right?  Can you do your thing and tell me what’s going on here?” 

He seemed disinterested until I told him that I’d give him his ring back if he helped me, that sobered him up – not that he was drunk but it snapped him out of his depression, you know what I mean.  He stared at the illusion for a moment and then told me he “had it” and started walking.  I followed him out of the great hall and down the stairs.  As we left the manor house I snapped my fingers at two guards idling outside the door.

“You two, come with us.”

After a moment of surprise they did as they were bid.  Hellerhad led us to the stables where several Juost Manor servants were struggling to load a statue into the back of a wagon under the supervision of a woman who would have been attractive if not for her hideous nose ring and the fact that she was dressed like a man – stupid feathered hat and everything. The statue was the spitting image of Martialla – I’ve never seen such a realistic statue before.  Except of course you know that time where I found all those people that been turned to stone by evil dwarfs. 

Nosering glanced at us and waved her hand “We don’t need any more help, we’ve just about got things wrapped up here.”

I looked at the Juost retainers “Why are you helping this woman?”

They looked back and forth uncertainly between the two of us, and then over at Hellerhad who had nothing to say.

I turned back to nosering “Okay, how about you tell me yourself what’s going on.”

She looked me over “Oh, it’s you.  Would you believe that I’m picking up the statue I had made to look exactly like your friend?

“I’ll believe anything anyone wants for the right amount of money, but somehow I doubt you have the funds to pull that off.”

“I might if you let me drive out of here.” I shook my head and she sighed “Your friend is a notorious outlaw, I was going to collect the bounty on her.  Another few minutes and I would have been free and clear.”

“Somehow you turned her to stone and replaced her with an illusion without anyone noticing?  That’s very impressive.”

“You were pretty engrossed with your gambling, I had some help clouding the minds of everyone else present.  You’re a tough nut to crack mentally, did you know that?”

I pointed at Hellerhand “But you were able to hoodwink the mighty mage?”

She half laughed “He’s not a wizard.”

I turned to him “You aren’t?”

He crossed his arms “I told you when I first met you that I don’t do magic anymore.”

“What about all that wizard shit I took off you?”

“It’s complicated.”

Nosering clasped her hands together “Shall I go then?  Let you two talk this over alone?”

“No, get her down from there.  If this is a legal bounty why all the subterfuge – why didn’t you just tell the Baron he had a criminal in his midst?”

“The Baron and I don’t really get along, plus even if we did he’d probably try to take the bounty for himself.”

“True.  Can you turn her back?”

“That depends.”

“No it doesn’t.  I’ll take that to mean that you  can, so do it right now or I’ll have my not-wizard friend strangle you like a chicken.  Even if he doesn’t have magic look at the size of him.”

She eyed Hellerhad “How could I not?  I’ll unpetrify your friend.  Then what?”

“Clearly you’re a resourceful woman, maybe if you help me out with something the Baron doesn’t need to know about this.”


Funds: 53,040 platinum, 25,660 gold

XP: 1,096,451

Inventory: Flask of Endless Sake, Hat of Effortless Style, Tankard of the Drunken Hero, Ela’s Dazzling Garment, Belt of Physical Might +4, Ring of Urban Grace, Black Marketers’ Bag (5), Tidy Trunk, Whiterock Family Ring (Ring of Binding), Ela’s Elegant Boots, Ela’s Extravagant Necklace, Ring of Counterspells, Brooch of Shielding, Cloak of the Hedge Wizard (Abjuration), Headband of Subtle Misdirection, Antiquarian’s Monocle, Unbalanced Scales

Noble’s outfit (5) collegium ring,  pocketed scarf, wrist sheath, signet ring (2) assortment of fake signet rings, silver chain set with moonstones, gold and emerald ring (2), garnets (700), gold necklace with jade pendant, ivory combs, tax collector’s badge, gold bracelet with ivory inlays, silver necklace set with rubies, gold earrings with jade inlays, silver and gold brooch, silver necklace with ruby pendant, disguise kit, covenant ring, tiny diamonds (26), Saryah Phidaner gown, masterwork thieves’ tools, onyx (55) personal signet ring, tiara, masterwork red and black long greatcoat, Turnbill blade of first forging (one of three), darkwood and platinum music box, silver bracelet set with bloodstones, platinum ring set with fire opal, silver and moonstone bracelet, holy symbol of Kozilek, dwarf journal

Revenge List: Duke Eaglevane, Piltis Swine, Rince Electrum, watchman Gridley, White-Muzzle the worg, Percy Ringle the butler, Alice Kinsey , “Patch”, Heroes of the Lost Sword, Claire Conrad, Erist priest of Strider, Riselda owner of the Sage Mirror, Eedraxis,  Skin-Taker tribe, Kartak, Królewna & Bonifacja Trading Company, Hurmont Family, Androni Titus, Greasy dreadlocks woman, Lodestone Security, Kellgale Nickoslander, Beltian Kruin the Splithog Pauper, The King of Spiders, Auraluna Domiel, mother Hurk, Mazzmus Parmalee,  Helgan van Tankerstrum, Lightdancer, Bonder Greysmith, Pegwhistle Proudfoot, Lumbfoot Sheepskin, Lumber Consortium of Three Rivers, Hellerhad the Wizard, Forsaken Kin, Law Offices of Office of Glilcus and Stolo, Jey Rora, Colonel Tarl Ciarán, Mayor Baras Haldmeer, Rindol the Sage, Essa, eyeless hag, Baron Saltwheel, Baron Harmenkar, Colonel Tarl Ciarán’s wizard soldier, Victor, Beharri, Cebuano, Mayor Eryn, Chimera Trading Company

Mathanaya 10 Year 888 (New Imperial Calendar)

Bowcrag is the city that grew to power after of the diversion of the river that destroyed all the villages I just came through to get here.  Its claim to fame is that some kind of wood they harvest here is coveted for the bowsprits of sailing vessels.  And yet it’s pronounced like bough rather than the thing an archer uses.  Explain that.  The other thing it’s known for, at least in certain circles is being a hub for contraband – which seems like the kind of place that might be good for finding a cure for werewolfism.  Halath and Drake set up a campsite outside of town – doesn’t seem like a good idea to bring the shapeshifting rage monster into a crowded and bustling city.  Imma and her father were intent on coming into town with us but I was able to persuade them to stay behind because I just know if they went into the city someone would try to grab her or the old man would be robbed or some other damn thing that I would have to get involved with.   I strolled into town with Martialla feeling good for the first time in a while. 

“We’ll make the rounds and see if we can find a sage or some other stuffed shirt type that can tell us about werewolves, but first we find a wigmaker and . . .”

I trailed off as I noticed that the street was mysteriously empty, followed quickly by the realization that that there were no side alleys to dodge down.  I sighed as my old bounty hunter friends Blue Greatcoat, Wolfcloak, Braids, and the Half-Orc stepped out from the door of dry goods store and blocked our path.  Behind us was another quartet of fighting types wearing black tabards with some kind of dog sigil on it.

“Every damn time.  Hello again.  I realize that I’ve bested you twice, but do you really need eight people to bring in one woman?  How much are you being paid for this?  You can’t be coming out ahead if you keep hiring more muscle.”

One of the black dog people shouted out “You got that right lady, because we don’t come cheap.”

Greatcoat shook his head “A contract is a contract, and it must be executed no matter the cost, this is a divine mandate.”

“I knew a dancer they called Divine Mandate, she wasn’t cheap either.”

“Enough of your saucy talk!  Surrender in the name of the law!”

“Speaking of the law, where is the city guard? I can’t imagine they allow hired assassins to operate with impunity.”

“We are not assassins, we are the law!”

“You’re hired scum, barely one step above slavers.  But don’t get all shouty and frothing at the mouth about it, I’m surrendering to you – you have me heavily out gooned.  Give me one second to say my goodbyes.”  I turned to Martialla “Well, I guess this is the end of the road for me.  Nice knowing you and good luck and all of that.  You take care of yourself now.”

I held my hand out for a shake but Martialla shook her head “No dice, I’m coming in for a hug.”

I can’t even remember the last time I hugged someone, you know, in a non-erotic type way.  It was nice if you’re into that kind of thing.  It was going on a little long though when Martialla whispered in my ear “This feels right” and started to rub her hands on me a little, I shoved her away and shouted “Get off me!” but we were laughing because it was all in good fun.

One of the black dog people shouted again “Quit playing grab ass and lets’ get a move on!”

“Don’t get your codpiece in an uproar chief, I’m coming.”

Martialla walked through the line of bounty hunters and into the city as I surrendered myself to Greatcoat.  He once again took out some shoddy piece of parchment and read the “charges” against me, which were the Law Offices of Office of Glilcus and Stolo paid them to kidnap me.  Which is legal somehow?  I should learn more about the law in my spare time.  After that he did some stupid religion stuff for his dumb god before formally asking me to hand over my weapons.  With mock solemnity I handed over my dagger and my crossbow.  Wolfcloak gave me what I assume was supposed to be a hardass look.

“Don’t forget the glove.”

“But then how am I supposed to check on the maid’s dusting?”

After handing over the life stealing glove Greatcoat made a big deal out of asking me to swear that I wouldn’t try to escape in the name of the Gods, particularly his god of law and contracts.  I raised my left hand, palm out.

“I swear on my honor as a knight.”

One of the black dog people sneered “You’re not a knight!”

I smiled sweetly at him “However did you see through my deception?  You must be ever so clever.”

I was taken around the corner where these was a wagon waiting with two drivers.  It was a sturdy wagon, looked to be very well made, what was most notable about it was the manacles built into the back.

“Good Gods, you hired these guys too?  Ten people on this mission just for little old me?  You must be taking a bath on this job.  Are you sure that I can’t pay you off?”

“Madam, a pact is a sacred trust between . . .”

“What about you dog people?  You seem very bribable.”

“We’re not dogs, we’re the Shadow Hounds!”

“Hounds and dogs are the same thing genius.”

“Are not!”

I was loaded onto the wagon and secured in place with the chains.  Braids and the half-orc jumped in back with me and we slowly made our way out of town where we met up with the rest of the party who were now mounted.  On the way out of the gates they stopped and chatted with the city watchmen for a while – seemed like shop talk.  I guess they are okay with murderous hired muscle rampaging through their city streets.  And yet when I do it people get all upset. That’s justice for you. 

“You’re taking me all the way to Three Rivers?  Isn’t that months away as the slow wagon rolls?  Can you keep me shackled like this the entire time?  Isn’t that in contravention of some treaty or other?  Cruelty to a prisoner or something?  Do I have grounds for a civil case?”

Blue Greatcoat didn’t even spare me a glance “You have rights and they will be honored.  You will be fed and given water, you will get to chance to stretch your legs under supervision, you will have the opportunity to take care of your necessaries.”

“Necessaries?  You mean shitting?  Who’s going to supervise that?”

This time he did look at me, like you might look at a scuttling roach “You are a foul woman.  You may dress as a woman of quality but you are common street trash.”

“I’m a country girl actually.  You know what that say, you can take the girl out of the country but you can’t stop her from milking the bulls.  Not to mention which, if I was street trash I would certainly be uncommon street trash by definition.  I mean look at this necklace, its worth more than your wife’s pussy.”

“You will keep a civil tongue in your head or you will be muzzled.”

“Is that legal?  I’d like see the precedent on that.  And that wasn’t an insult, it was just my professional opinion, I know a few things about the trade – you know the one I mean – and even though I’ve never met your wife I imagine that . . .”

“You will be silent!”

The two ladies and the half-orc didn’t like me goading their boss in the least, but the Shadow Hounds were snickering up their sleeves at the stodgy fellow – clearly this was a marriage of convenience, which is a recipe for adultery.  I’ll say this for a day on the road chained in the back of a wagon, it’s better than walking.  When we stopped for the day I was indeed given leave to “exercise” accompanied by Wolfcloak and Braids.  Braids had nothing to say, probably because Martialla stabbed her nearly to death at our last meeting, but Wolfcloak was a little more receptive.  I was able to convince her, since I was caught with no way of escape, to tell me how they found me yet again.

“We paid a wizard in Allene to look into the future and tell us where you’d be, then we went there and waited.”

“There are no wizards in Allene.”

“There’s one at least, huge man without a hair on his head, didn’t look like any wizard I’ve ever seen before.  I think he knew you.”

“Fuck me.  Last time we met during our casual combat banter you implied that you might be the leader of this operation rather than the other guy.  How do you feel about losing money on this job?”

She shrugged “We’ll make it up on another.  Plus his church does subsidize us to some degree.  I don’t really care about the money, for me it’s all about the hunt.”

“How much hunt is there in paying a wizard to find me for you?  I used to love fox hunting, but just for the riding and the dogs, the fox was usually so drugged it didn’t know what was happening – not a lot of sport in that.  This seems like that to me.”

For some reason after that she didn’t want to talk anymore.  After my fifteen minutes of “liberty” Greatcoat took out another wrinkled parchment and spent an eternity casting a spell from it – I don’t know what happened but I felt a flash of heat on my forehead once he was finally done.  I also don’t know if whatever he did usually takes that long or if he’s just really bad at magic.  Afterwards I was placed in my sleeping shackles – just the hands with no chain, instead they connected to rope that was attached to an iron spike that was driven into the ground.  Deep into the ground. 

The original four bounty hunters retired to their tents fairly early on, but the Shadow Hounds stayed up around the fire passing around a wineskin.  And then another.  And another.  And another.  I’m no comedian by any means, but I know a few jokes – especially the ribald kind.  For some reason, in the old days of my former profession, men thought I wanted to hear that kind of thing.  I started telling them and the Shadow Hounds roared with laughter.  The more they drank the funnier I got.  They were making so much noise that eventually Greatcoat came out to tell them to keep it down, but they paid him no mind and he retreated to his tent to sulk.

Eventually three of the Shadow Hounds turned in as well, but one was left to watch the dangerous prisoner.  Which he did.  He stared at me motionless like a lunatic.  He was staring right at me when he reached into his pack and brought out a cloth, which he carefully unwrapped – revealing of all things, a piece of lemon cake.

“I love lemon cake.”

He cradled the cake protectively “Good for you.”

“I’d do just about anything just for one bite.”

He laughed “You’re captured.”

“My legs aren’t shackled.”


“So, you’re a man, and I’m a woman.”

“I don’t follow you.”

“Oi.  Sex, I’m taking about sex, give me a bite of cake and I’ll have sex with you.”

“You will?”

“Yes, that’s what I just said.”

“Do you have a wig?”

“No, don’t look at my head, just look at the rest of me.”


He started coming over with the cake in his hand “Put that down, we can worry about that afterwards.” 

“Oh, okay.”

After carefully wrapping the cake back up he started to climb on top of me “Hold up there a second, you have to take your pants off first bud.  And my hands are shackled so you’ll have to do mine too.”

“Oh right, sorry.”

Once he was getting his act together with the pants I used my vocal talents to throw my voice into Greatcoat’s tent – making it sound like a scream was coming from outside, I think you know the kind of scream I mean.  He came out and saw a pantless Shadow Hound struggling to get my pants off.  He didn’t exactly run, I don’t know how I would describe it, but he was over there in a flash – grabbing the Shadow Hound by the hair and yanking him back and down to the ground in a maneuver that I’m surprised didn’t break his neck.  He started reading the downed man the riot act and calling for his fellow bounty hunters. 

Soon enough everyone was out of their tents and there was a lot of shouting and pushing – I have a feeling the drink was making the Shadow Hounds particularly confused and belligerent.  I almost felt bad when Shadow Hound #4 was protesting that “she wanted it” and I started sobbing and curled up into a protective ball.  Almost.  The look of betrayal and confusion on his face was pathetically heartbreaking.  Things really escalated when Braids slapped to the ground the lemon cake that the Shadow Hound kept trying to show everyone.  Its funny how something like that can lead to bloodshed.  I guess a spark isn’t dangerous on its own right?

Once they were embroiled in a full-fledged fight to the finish I trigged my tattoo to form a lion paw.  I didn’t know if this was going to work for sure but I knew it was going to hurt like hell either way.  I almost bailed out because it seemed like the expansion of my small wrist into a large paw might sever my hand instead but just before I did the manacles popped open. 

The last thing I saw as I slipped out of the camp was part of the cake sitting on the ground.  It still looked pretty good until I realized it was getting soaked in a puddle of blood.


Hair regrowth progress :  .015%

Curses – Marksman’s Malady

Funds: 900 platinum, 4251 gold

XP: 243,161

Inventory:  Pathfinder’s Gear (white) Pocketed Scarf, Wrist Sheath, Animal Totem Tattoo (Lion),  Bracers of Armor +2, Ring of Protection +2,  Assortment of Fake Signet Rings,  Bag of Concealment,  Belt of Giant Strength +4, Vest of Resistance +1, Ring of Sustenance, Silver Chain set with Moonstones, Gold and Emerald Ring (2), Platinum and Silver Holy Symbol of Kralten, Holy Symbol of Kozilek, Ruby (2), Black Marketers’ Bag, 879 Garnets, bolt of silk, Pirate’s Eyepatch, dress (fancy, revealing) 2, dress (fancy) 6

Revenge List: Duke Eaglevane, Piltis Swine, Rince Electrum, watchman Gridley, White-Muzzle the worg, Percy Ringle the butler, Alice Kinsey , “Patch”, Heroes of the Lost Sword, Claire Conrad, Erist priest of Strider, Riselda owner of the Sage Mirror, Eedraxis,  Skin-Taker tribe, Kartak, Królewna & Bonifacja Trading Company, Hurmont Family, Androni Titus, Greasy dreadlocks woman, Lodestone Security, Kellgale Nickoslander, Beltian Kruin the Splithog Pauper, The King of Spiders, Auraluna Domiel, mother Hurk, Mazzmus Parmalee,  Helgan van Tankerstrum, Lightdancer, Bonder Greysmith, Pegwhistle Proudfoot, Lumbfoot Sheepskin, Lumber Consortium of Three Rivers, Hellerhad the Wizard, Forsaken Kin, Law Offices of Office of Glilcus and Stolo