Joyce’s Journal
Time to Go
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I heard the scream of that little broad, though she didn’t get any of the lye on herself; if she did, the girl wouldn’t stop so quickly. It seems that Tarmid is indeed as reactive as I had initially presumed. The girl also seems to be quite impulsive, and she’ll do anything for her farm. Still, not even she would fall for the exact same trick twice.
I’m going to need to move quickly; I have no doubt that Tarmid made her talk. Frankly, I think that the studious scribe knows exactly who I am, and this is just the excuse that he needs to justify an arrest. The blasted hypocrite: performing torture in the name of justice. It may seem hypocritical coming from me, but he’s a dwarf, making it against his nature; I’m something that is no longer a dwarf.
I’ll need to get out of this fortress before he assembles his guard. As soon as the coast is clear, I’m heading for the caverns. I know the general direction of the island in relation to the mainland; just follow the smell of the century-old blood and you’ll eventually find your way at one of Shank’s farms, if not Steelhold itself. I’ve packed up my folio in cloth, along with my other writing supplies. If I get apprehended, I’ll just stick with my pre-planned stories and hope to convince the public to give me naught but a hammer-strike or two.
I’ve also collected some samples of rock from an old set of ruins in the deep caverns below this place. I’ll need to test it, but I’m pretty sure its slade! If this is so, then I believe I’ve found the source of the thaumateurgical aura of this fortress. Perhaps I shall return one day.…