Kidnapped?!

[The first paragraph has been written in Fryd's usual manner of using the common script.]
 
Construction continues on the manor. Lately odd things have been happening. Representatives from various factions around the city have been initiating contact with my comrades. It's a little troubling that they're so willing to make such big commitments so soon after meeting these strangers. On the other hand, I'll welcome any gold that we can funnel towards our titanic debt.
 
[The following paragraphs have been written in the script of the deep speech.]
 
Two (perhaps more) of these organizations are quite interested in my repertoire of highly specialized skills. (I'm quite impressed with myself, too.) One of those groups was the Zhentarim. I laughed out loud and neglected to even meet with them. My life of crime is behind me, for the most part. (There's treasure out there that's not going to claim itself. I may need to bend some rules to do it.)
 
The other group, the Red Sashes, were more nefarious in their communications. As I made my way through the North Ward, headed back to the Field Ward to gather some of my personal effects, I was attacked from behind. There was a stinging pain in the back of my skull, I saw stars, and my vision blurred. I was still able to make out a dark clad figure with a red cloth covering their face when I spun around, swearing. I tried to put some distance between myself and my assailant, but they were far too fast and strong for me to resist. I woke up hours later, bound in a chair with a sack over my head.
 
After calling out, I was able to confirm that Marlaia was there with me, strangely enough. It wasn't long before our captors made themselves present. Marlaia tried pretending that she was unconscious, Ilmater bless her. I simply greeted my captors. When they stated the organization that employed them, I was nervous. I knew that either they had finally tracked me down for my crimes in the past, or that they were scouting me. Thankfully, it turned out to be the latter. The older male Red Sash outlined the mission, methods, and conditions that the Red Sashes worked under. He then offered us positions on the team. I accepted earnestly. It'll be nice fighting crime and making trouble for the authorities all at the same time.
 
Marlaia took some convincing, in the process of said convincing, I learned that Marlaia killed an unarmed man in order to protect someone. I didn't think she had it in her. When the Red Sash made his case, I chimed in saying that I would probably need Marlaia to bring me back from the brink of death (as she has before) during my adventures as a Red Sash. I don't know if it was my words that swayed her decision, but she did also decide to join.
 
When the Red Sashes unmasked us, we found ourselves in an exquisite study. They gave us a carriage ride back to the North Ward from wherever it is their mansion was. (My head pounded unmerciful and I couldn't tell up from down, let alone where I was in Waterdeep.) At some point, they mentioned something to us about coming up with a code name. Fuck. What am I going to call myself? Night Stalker? Too creepy. Shadow Slayer? How do you slay a shadow? I need to come up with something catchy that in no way points to my identity. The Red Sashes are an anonymous organization, after all.
 
[The rest of the journal entry has been written in the common script.]
 
Daara and Scorch joined the Watchful Order of Mages and Protectors. Firefighting is part of their job description there. (How in the hell are they going to manage that?) Maybe it'll be a good opportunity for them to expand their magical prowess. After their meeting with Ukoria, Scorch convinced her to come into the tavern and take a look at the ring. After some examination and some kind of failed cast, Ukoria told us that the only way we'll ever be free from the damn thing is if someone wishes it so. It looks like we're going to be stuck together for quite a while. Gods help him if I have to run into a burning building to save a child or something.
 
After Ukoria left, we spent some time socializing. (Or trying to, at least.) Scorch and Marlaia were having some kind of awkward standoff that we had to diffuse. Marlaia needs to learn to speak up more and talk to us. I'm sure we all value her input more than she realizes. Igris is still incredibly paranoid about cats. Daara, during this time, was just trying to be a good friend to Marlaia, as always. Urku, oddly, was missing. Of course, my squabbles with Leif continue. He pisses me off to no end, but I hang out with him as long as he keeps pouring drinks. At least I'm getting a burgeoning fluency in Elvish out of the deal.