In order to paint the movement's symbol on Parliament, we made the perfect plan, but the fates said otherwise. We successfully painted the symbol but got caught in the river on the way out. Raghnall heroically sacrificed himself as a distraction, shot and taken by the guards. The rest of us were able to escape downriver, but not without some serious damage to my pride. Word on the street is that he did not survive, and he was blamed for the mark we left on Parliament.
I spoke with the others about avenging his death, but they weren't interested. I took matters into my own hands. Unfortunately I was discovered before I could reach the group who shot Raghnall, but I did cut down two other guards before the night was done. The people of this city will have justice. Raghnall's sacrifice will not have been in vain.
With that started, we returned to the inn. The woman Raghnall called Thiton (I can't recall what she said her name was), was waiting for us.