I sit here staring upon the Pennerton exchange, my goal, watching for any sign or options of entry. I have already scouted inside and found there to be many guards and watchful eyes.
Our journey to the hunting lodge did not go as planned last night, we made it through the front door and met with the Lord, who was being babysat by a halfling named Edom. We presented ourseves as a Lord, Lady and entourage, caught in the forest hunting with no where to stay. My companion Enessa appears to have the documents of a Lady of lands beyond Tal’Dorei, something that is news to me and which don’t bear the same marks of forgery that my papers do. What became clear was that Edom and the rest of the Myriad had taken the Lord Duncan hostage and the same fate has befallen his son Thomas, though his exact location is unknown. Thankfully our hand was not completely revealed, the Myriad consider us amateur thieves who had stumbled upon them and believe us unaware of the wider circumstances.
We left the enemy there, protected by the walls and with Lord Pennerton as hostage, and I couldn’t help feel by leaving we had signed the man’s death warrant and made our venture harder by extension. For surely, once we infiltrate the mint, if they have any means to contact Edom, they will know the plan has failed and that he is simply a loose end to be cut away.
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