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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cinerarium" data-source="post: 943517" data-attributes="member: 9349">Hammer 6Kazir and I spent some time this morning arguing over whether to keep pursuing the matter of Opulio.  Kazir is of the mind that, since the chance to get free rooming at Happy Harlan’s is apparently moot, and the only way to find out whether any of the bodies from last night’s is Opulio’s is to go through the guard, we might as well stop pursuing the matter, and cut our losses.  Leaving Marigold hanging like this does not settle so well with me, however.  While I doubt she has been honest with us, I would give her one last opportunity to say goodbye to her son.  I have felt the loss of my kin, and know the hardship that occurs when one never has the chance to say goodbye.I decided to pursue the matter on my own, while Kazir studied the necromancer’s spellbook.  Toth happened to know a couple members of the Harrenhal guard, those soldiers assigned duty at the Ducal castle and the Pennantfields surrounding it.  A few beers paid for at the Tourney Tavern near the Pennantfields, and soon enough some of his friends were talking.Specifically, we located two guardsmen who agreed to help – Rikard d’Cymeria, and Mott of the Gap.  Rikard and I exchanged some stories of taverns we’d both frequented in the Countess’s city.  Mott is from the hills near Formyr, a massive stronghold overlooking the central plains of Luc Valu.  I found Mott to be the more agreeable of the two, despite Rikard’s past in Cymeria.  Nevertheless, they were both mercenaries to the core, and I won’t trust them any further than I have to.Oddly enough, they both knew Toth because the half-orc had beaten them within inches of their lives in a free-for-all bar brawl some four months past.  Strangely, this act of barbarism had earned their grudging respect.  Some of their companions, whom Toth had similarly beaten, were not so kind when we walked into the Tourney, and had left the table as we sat down.These Harrenhal guardsmen said they could ask around to see who was handling the cleanup from the mausoleum, and could check into the whereabouts of Marigold’s son.  I let them know that Marigold had apparently asked the guard for help previously, but had been turned down.  The guards, of course, wanted to be paid for their services, and I negotiated a decent price that rewarded them for useful information.The rest of the day was spent praying at the Temple, and trying to scribe magical scrolls.  I also gave some thought to a letter I would like to write for my father.  Thinking of this, I decided to ask Omad if he could help get the letter to Cymeria safely, and unread.I received and audience with the Reader soon enough, and proceeded to describe out exploits of the night before, giving him the unholy book of undead creation.  He seemed greatly excited by this, and proceeded to give me the scroll he had shown me the day before, when I chose the journal instead.  Omad agreed to send the letter, and I include a copy of it here for my future reference:</blockquote>

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