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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cinerarium" data-source="post: 1026003" data-attributes="member: 9349">Hammer 25Again I write before the end of the day, as soon I will leave to see how old Brom the Belly at Happy Harlan’s is these days.  He may have seen Gorful, and I would talk with the man.First though I must relate the sad news that Gorful is most likely dead.  Fineon met with me earlier today, and told me the results of his circle dance for Gorful.  No trace of Gorful could be found, and Fineon believes the kind man is dead.  The news distressed me so much that I forgot to mention the possible connection of Avoril to the death of Bjorn Linden, and Fineon left before I could talk more with him.  Fin did mention that he had also done a circle dance to locate Chardin, the mere name causing a chill to run down my spine.  He, at least, appears to be in perfect health and living somewhere in Harren or west of here.  At least my work at the library today yielded positive results.  I found a name and a description in the manual of a cultist obsessed with the near-divine heroes of that ancient age.  Alandindion of the Blossoming Storm was a hero who matched the description I recalled.  Alandindion’s tomb, perhaps, lies somewhere near Formyr then.  Fascinating.  I believe I have found all I can at the library, and must spend my energies elsewhere.  I am to meet tomorrow with Kazir and Fin, when we will decide our next steps.In the meantime, I leave for Happy Harlan’s.Hammer 26On my way to Harlan’s last night I saw a group of urchins outside the temple, waiting for the scraps from our kitchen that are given out after the cook is done preparing dinner for us.  An idea struck me and I got their attention.  I gave out a handful of silver pieces, hating myself for using the innocent children in this way, but I knew that it was better than they’d otherwise have, so I pushed my doubts aside.“There’s more where this came from,” I said, “but I need something in return.  There’s a man I’m looking for… and it’s quite likely he’s dead.  But I’m interested in finding out for sure, and I would like to give him a decent burial if his body is still to be found.  The first one of you who finds him and can prove it gets five crowns.  If a group of you finds him, we can negotiate a deal.  I’ll come here every day before high sun, so if you find him, be here at that time.  Tell others as well.”I proceeded to give those that looked interested as thorough a description of Gorful as I could remember, and prayed to Tymora that they would find him, and to Kelemvor that he would find rest.  I pondered their chances of finding Gorful as my feet led me to Harlan’s.  At some point I noticed I was coming upon the Orchard Cemetery, and decided the least I could do for old Bagulf was treat him to a bottle of Margiven Mead on my way by.  He was extremely grateful and invited me to sit with him a bit.  We shared a cup of mead and talked small talk of the city.  Since Kazir, Toth, and I had cleared out the necromancer more visitors were coming to the Apple mausoleum, our actions having gained it some notoriety, and Bagulf a few more visitors.  I could tell that he was reluctant to share any more of the mead than he had to, however, so I made my apologies and left before the hour was too late.At Harlan’s, Hara looked up and scowled when I came in through the door, but she paid me no mind.  The stench had not improved since my last visit, but I ignored that as I found my way over to Brom.  He was happy to drink my coins away and trade lies with me for hours.  He had not seen Gorful, but he had apparently witnessed an amazing encounter between a paladin of Ilmater, three harlots, and a donkey.  I mentioned Sergeant Sheptin idly, not thinking that Brom would even know the name, but he surprised me.  “Ah, the lad's in a wee bit 'o trouble methinks.  Heard he was forced to take some time away from the Harrenguard.  Not sure why.”Unfortunately Brom knew little else, other than a hilarious story concerning two Apian Legionnaires and a cow with its head stuck in a fence.  I took a rickshaw back to the Temple late in the evening.I met the guys over lunch today after waiting near the Temple for some time before high sun.  They seemed to be proceeding well in their respective endeavors.  I went over everything I had learned so far, and that I needed a few more days to see if the urchins turned anything up.  I have mostly given up on finding anything out on Gorful at this point, sad as it is.  We talked at length, and eventually, mostly at Kazir’s suggestion, decided to pursue Alandindion’s tomb in Formyr.  We would meet on Midwinter morning and leave then, giving us enough time to finish our scribing, crafting, and investigating before leaving.While scribing a scroll this afternoon I became increasingly distracted with the amount of time that has passed since I last had the acquaintance of the fairer sex.  Deneir offers us little guidance on this point, though many of his sages have stressed that in the great emotions of love, we are likely to find the words that would best fit the Metatext.Part of the problem is surely that to date I lack a suitable location for any romantic encounters with women of the right sort.  The Temple is hardly a suitable location for such a tryst, and I recoil at the thought of bedding a harlot like those Mott and Rikard introduced me to. I resolve now to redouble my efforts to improve my station here in Harren.  And I admit that my reasons are mainly to find an acceptable woman.  I shall let tonight be the first night.  Lord Macon’s servant, Miralda, had mentioned an inn in the Coinsward that she said Lord Macon enjoyed dining at.  I shall go there tonight and see what I can see.</blockquote>

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