12–15 Calistril, 4725 AR

Tim’s Pipes were in Tim’s Tower. I want to emphasize that this is the actual name of the location and the actual name of the artifact. Whoever Tim was, he had a consistent brand.

The tower was the kind of place that makes you appreciate a party with a functional approach to traps and locked doors. It had both. The Dungeoneers had Klause, which amounts to the same thing as having neither. They recovered the Pipes and departed with their usual efficiency, which is to say: they debated the approach, executed it competently, and left before anything went catastrophically wrong.

We had already recovered the Blazing Eye by this point.

In Zakar, the party did what adventurers do between objectives: they spent money. Every one of them. With commitment. I documented the spending. Discretion prevents me from listing individual amounts.

That evening, someone asked me directly about the White Raven Trading Company: who they are, what they want, why a raven delivered my contract. I said what I believe to be true: they are a merchant company with wide reach and a quiet presence, and they paid for my position with the Dungeoneers because they wanted good intelligence from someone with good eyes. I believe this. I also believe that good stories contain things the teller does not fully understand yet.

I keep writing it all down.