My queen,
We arrived in Westruun yesterday. I had spent some time on the road talking with Orlando, someone who I hadn’t really spoken to in a great deal and just one to one before, we discussed the potential ways we could, in theory, infiltrate the exchequer, and he had a good idea regarding crafting a concealing chest of sorts.
Once we were a little more settled, Wind did well to extract information from the seedy tavern we found ourselves in, she seemed to be speaking in some sort of code I was unfamiliar with and which allowed her to gain entry more easily, I should ask her how it works.
Fingers was not what I expected, similarly to myself, ‘Fingers McCreedy’ is a façade for an elegant elf who is an obviously skilled counterfeiter. A useful ally for the future potentially, someone who I can learn to hone my own skills and who may provide access to the underworld of Westruun. She explained the nature of the counterfeit coin was based on the gold being mixed with a lesser unidentified base metal.
Thomas Pennerton has not been seen in sometime, he I believe, from Draygon’s explanation, is the best potential access point to the exchequer and therefore would be imperitive to locate him, and so I find myself once again in some dank wood, trudging through moss and wildlife, in search for a hunting lodge.
Raphael