The masters, the Tower Council as well as several soldiers will leave in the coming days for the port of Pamoisardl where the festivities at the Auberge du Galion will be held in two months.

While other inhabitants of the Tower continue their journey towards Pamoisardl, I return to my domain to inquire about the latest news. Although there have been some deaths of children and elderly people due to severe flu, it seems that everything is going well. My farmers are preparing for the arrival of spring which, according to the predictions of the elders, will occur very early this year. Indeed, although in Ghoria there was a lot of snow, it seems that the rigors of winter spared the east of Ekengrad as well as Mariembourg. The mountains and the sea air are a blessing. I leave

today towards the Auberge du Galion. I will have to push my mount to the limits of its strength, which I hate to do, but the situation demands it: I cannot miss these festivities! With a few words, the right words, of encouragement, my horse should come out of this with a need to rest for a few days, nothing more.

Year one thousand and three of the Central Lands, eleventh day of the third month, Ranvier Domain, Imperial Province of Reikwald

I have been staying at the Auberge du Passeur for three days, a very popular establishment since its owner also owns two boats allowing people to cross the Reikwald to the port of Pamoisardl, all for the modest sum of 20 coins. This man must be very rich, even if he doesn't show it.

Elgar met up with me this evening to update me on the latest events and news. It seems that everyone from Díedne who was supposed to go to the Galleon got there in perfect condition. Six horses are said to have died during the journey, four due to wolf attacks. So it's nothing too dramatic. Already, our treasurer is reportedly concluding several commercial agreements. Master Alvarez and Adept Auvrindar have resumed negotiations with the people of Castenza, including Duke Morgul DuDrake himself. Maybe this situation will get resolved one of these days.

Everything couldn't have gone so well... The Messenger of the Towers told me that a persistent rumor was that sailors had heard of an underground cavern where a great magical treasure was hidden. Said sailors, still according to rumor, would like to get their hands on the treasure. The people at the Tower are investigating, but everything matches too much for it to be just a coincidence. I should be in Pamoisardl in two days at most. It's urgent.

Year one thousand and three of the Central Lands, Spring Equinox, Domaine de Butasard, Argan province of Dendroïca.

The Galleon festivities are finally over. What exhausting moments, but oh so satisfying! If only to see old acquaintances again, the trip is worth every effort!

An agreement was finally possible between us and the Castenza guild. The Adept Auvrindar, head of the domain of Butasard, has placed his signature alongside those of the other landowners of the fief of Rissa to appoint Bastian Oséric, Castenzians and count in Nasgaroth, as master of the fief. This is an important agreement and one less case on the shoulders of the Council.

The importance of this news was confirmed a week ago, during the culminating moment of the Galion festivities, during the big banquet organized by the port leaders. Indeed, while Adept Auvrindar and I were both in the middle of a discussion, we were interrupted by men of Duke Salmarak of Buy who happened to pass by. One of them, completely drunk, insulted the Auvrindar Adept by attacking him for his nature as a dark elf and his smell. The latter didn't respond, just stared at the drunk. For my part, I told the one who supported his colleague that they would do well to look elsewhere if we were there. Unfortunately, the one who could hardly stand on his legs began to insult the Adept of the Sphere of Souls again. Again and again weak insults compared to its smell. It goes without saying that the lexical field of these sailors without a boat is very limited and is close to that of the peasants when the time comes to fertilize the fields, although I know many peasants whose list of insults originals is very impressive! And I who believed that sailors were colorful people and that this was reflected in their language... I will have to find time to study this environment, perhaps I have only witnessed the exception which confirms the rule ? Perhaps the frustration of the men of Salmarak is only the fact of knowing that they have navigating ancestors, but of not having any ships? Or even their accumulated defeats, such as Liberec, in the year 1000, where we, mercenaries hired by the Duke of Buy, waited in vain for him and his men before deciding, finally, to confront the troops of the Order of the Redemption alone (what a massacre…); or even Reikwald, in the year 1002, where the political weight of the Horde of Gorghor Baey earned Salmarak a crushing and complete defeat while they were crushed under the number of allies of the lord of Ghoria? So many hypotheses, so many possibilities...

So in the face of such big mouths and such little wit, I couldn't help but respond. Not to defend the Auvrindar Adept, who could have done it himself if he had thought it was worth it, but simply out of principle and because I had, at the moment, nothing more important to do. . Of course, Mistress Yasraena would not have approved of my actions, she who finds me too impulsive and impatient, but since she is not