Finally some real action! We’d been cooped up for two weeks in Galleon of all places, doing nothing all day but sitting around “hiding”. It was high time I sent some more souls to abide in the palace of her majesty; I could almost feel my blade rusting, suffering for lack of blood. Although I’m glad we escaped, and were able to rejoin the fray, I’m not sure I like the idea of taking someone, anyone, with us. I find myself in a very conflicting situation; part of me wants to slit her throat and be done with her before she turns on us at Fort Lumbard, and part of me wants to set the record straight about what happaned at Birkenmoor, even if it is only with one person. Plus, if all goes perfectly we may gain a valuable ally.