Angestag 15th Ulriczeit 2522
Last night Grunnd received word of where to meet another agent in the city, down by the spice quarter. Unfortunately when we arrived we found the informant Frederick dead and his shop ablaze. A desperate fire fight ensued once the other merchants and citizens nearby had been roused. At least they seemed well equipped and versed in what to do. I guess with having so much to lose and fire being such an eminent danger...
It was too convenient. Someone knew we were coming and didn't want us to know what we were to be told.
Grunnd found some interesting things to think on. A sigil marked coin on a broken leather thong grasped in the man’s hand. It showed two crossed hammers surmounted by Sigmar’s twin tailed comet. Frederick had been killed by a single stab wound to the heart, the mark of a professional killer in Grunnd’s books. There was also the remnants of a scroll in the fireplace which was past reading. Unfortunately that is all we know. Grunnd will go to the temple today to speak with fellow Sigmarites. Hopefully they may be able to shed some light on what we are to do now we have arrived, for Verstohlen is still in Altdorf.
Today seems to be a clear day. One of those magical winter days where the sky is a clean clear blue, the sun shines its pale cold light and the air cuts your cheeks.
Despite the blaze and more death last night my mood is light today.
I laughed good and hard yesterday when Danielle and I caught back up with Grunnd and Hans after the market. Hans was sat holding a mug of ale in both hands, smiling from ear to ear and laughing into his drink. His smile was amusing to behold. There was a twinkle in his eye and his face was fresh.
“Oh aye! What did you two get up to then?” Danielle stood with her eyebrow raised expectantly, hand on hip in the stance I've seen fishwives take against their husbands and children alike. “You know, while we did some work. Mmm hmmm?”
“Grunnd?” she tapped her foot. I tried to keep my face serious while I held our purchases and ‘findings’.
“Hey! Don’t look at me.” he held up his hands with mock shock. Just as quick, a mischievous grin broke through. “You won’t find women of negotiable affections I’d be interested in here. The lad however..." He winked at Hans. "Well, let’s just say he’s a man now after an afternoon with Spinning Betty.” Grunnd laughed deep and full as Hans’ face coloured and his silly smile widened more, if it was indeed possible.
Danielle and I couldn’t help but laugh at the grinning idiot with his ale. Bless him. A real man now, eh? Fought in his first battle and bedded his first woman. No one can begrudge a boy some celebration after surviving an encounter with beastmen and Chaos. Certainly not when he walks a path that could bring him back round again, and that time he may not see the other side.
I just hope this Spinning Betty gave him only pleasure. I’ve heard plenty a tale of the pains and itches, boils and worse that can be the longer lasting gift of these women. My brother's friends were quick to tell the tales they had 'heard' of 'friends of theirs'.
Silly boy. Thinking on it has me laughing again this morn.
There’s the sound of many feet on cobbles from outside, walking in unison, marching. Many steps. I should get up and look. Grunnd is already at the window.
Mäuschen
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