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[zeyla]

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From an entry in the journal of a man named Maric, who will do just about any evil or injustice if the price is right:
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30th of the Ninthmonth:
The plan went off without a hitch. We arrived at the Dancing Raven about an hour before dawn. There was quite a price out on this kid's head. The mother tried to give us this song and dance about her daughter's virtue but she shut up when she realized we couldn't care less what the story was. This was about gold. The drunken sot of a stableman handed over the checks and left. Always nice to see such a close family. Didn't seem like the kid's parents were looking at the situation the same but hey, who really cares? The important thing is these people were too stupid to realize that people who do the kind of stuff we do can't be trusted. Dumb enough to think their gold gave them some kind of written guarantee or something. Pathetic.

They paid us twenty five grand each to bring her back to that stinking hovel near the British stables. Fools. What they didn't know was that someone else had their eye this kid, Zeyla, was her name. Some hangers-on over in Ilshenar were hoping to get her over there and work on some twisted plan involving mechanizing animals somehow, maybe even night-mares and rune-beetles. Whatever. Business is business.

So far we've each made almost a hundred thousand gold pieces selling this kid off. Now we just have to be patient and let the parents think they got everything they wanted, and then we'll go back nice and easy just like the first time. Nice and easy, right through the moongate to Compassion to that vile place just beyond the southern mountain.
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3rd of Tenthmonth:
We can't get near this damnable kid. Parents got her locked up tight with magical locks and traps on the doors and windows--must've hired some fancy mage, maybe even gypsy magic involved here. Pressure's on from the others over on Ilsh. Might be time to go incommunicado a while.
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20th of Sixmonth:
We're all doomed. The Ilsh people are on our heels like hounds on the fox. Time to make tracks again. Maybe I should have spent some of that gold on passage to somewhere far away instead of all that boozing and womanizing around in the best houses of the land. Word on the street is the kid got away from the parents, and the mother's dead. No word on the father. Hoping to find the kid and close the deal, maybe it'll be enough to save us from the wrath that is due.
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1st of Seventhmonth:
It's all falling apart. Found out that the gypsy woman we poisoned out front of some hostelry on Malas was the wrong one. Another plan gone to hell. All those damn women look alike. Thought we had the right one. Turned out it was indeed gypsy magic that made it impossible to get back to the kid and take her to Ilshenar. Gods willing I'll be able to fade out long enough for them to lose interest.