20 Pharast, 4725 AR

Ben told us to lay low. Three weeks later, he sent an airship.

The Turquoise Halfling picked us up and headed for Firebell. Her captain was Tom Tomsley, a surly halfling who operates the way people do when they have been doing a difficult job for a long time and have strong opinions about every aspect of it. When we flew over Zamoria, Azazle urinated on it from altitude. I have it on good authority that this was intentional and considered.

The Caviana military intercepted us. A lieutenant sent boarding parties over. Devon and Grizzle ended the engagement. Grizzle’s approach nearly ended both airships simultaneously, which is the kind of collateral risk the party is apparently comfortable with. Eli and Azazle held off forty boarders on the deck. The cannoneers eventually withdrew.

We arrived in Firebell. Grizzle attempted to secure a meeting with Kaemol Dol’s office, twice, and was declined both times, with increasing firmness. Steve met us and walked the party to their safehouse in Ironmane’s Quarter.

Ironmane runs the Quarter. He is a large, serious man with a forge and a reputation, and he was exactly what a safehouse in a rough district needs across the square. He welcomed the party with the measured warmth of someone who trusts Ben’s people until they give him a reason not to.

Zelyza the Grand Visage was leaving Ironmane’s Forge when she passed Azazle. She looked at him, and then she looked more carefully at him, and then she told him she could see a tear in his soul and asked him to come to the Point so she could help. Azazle said he would.

I wrote all of this down. I wrote the Quarter’s smells and sounds and the way the forge light came through the window. This city is going to be interesting.