In Korvosa...

I've been away from Riddleport for weeks now, subsisting on the meager provisions I packed and my own chutzpah as I take on more and more of Fen's personality. When I encounter others on the road, it's becoming easier and easier to not default to "me" and instead react as her. Yet, at night, as I fall into slumber, I do begin to fear where Fen begins and I end...
 
Regardless, I have made my way southeast—it is such a joy to leave the constant humidity and salt air of Riddleport behind me. Such fresh smells! I am still trying to figure out this Wayfinder. It's a fascinating device, although I spend less time using it and more running my fingers over the glyph on the outside. I keep re-reading the Pathfinder Chronicle hoping it will offer some insight into this object...but nothing quite yet. Perhaps when I get to Korvosa, someone there will be able to tell me how to use it. I'll have to cagey, though, so no suspicion will arise as to why I, a renowned Pathfinder, does not know how to use her own Wayfinder!
 
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I have arrived in Korvosa. The energy here is intoxicating, although there is an undercurrent of danger running throughout. I can't quite put my finger on why. When I have inquired about a Pathfinder Society Lodge, the closest to Korvosa seems to be the Heidmarch Manor in Magnimar, on the western coast. Damn! I guess in my desire to get away from Riddleport, I went too far southeast. Still, things begin to look up as my first adventure as a Pathfinder calls to me: while in a pub, I was approached by a man named Gaedran Lamm. He seemed to have singled me out because I was obviously a newcomer to the city, and as he walked towards, the other drinkers spread away, giving him a wide berth through the crowded pub. He talked me up a bit: it was obvious to me he was no good, but in my new identity as a Pathfinder, it is my role to EXPLORE and REPORT, and by Norgorber, I will figure out what this eel is up to! He has asked me to procure a parcel for him from a colleague at a warehouse tonight. I will do so, only to discover what he is up to.
 
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I've lost the Wayfinder. I lay bloody and tattered in an alley. That bastard Lamm had his people beat me up as I headed away from the warehouse with his package. They have left me for dead. Jokes on them...I am hearty than they expected. The package, though, GOD, it's [writing illegible due to drops of blood].
Stupid. I'm so stupid. Here I thought I could easily step into the role of Fen Hallowscar.
I'll get that Wayfinder back. I swear it. I must become this new person, and cannot stop now.