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A Battered Notebook: 15 Wintring Hevensday

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

I had an interesting talk with Ellany the other night, one that has been on my mind in the last two days.

Miss Charlotte: Observations and Imaginings

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

The elder woman sat rocking in her chair by the hearth, not a single dark hair out of place, not even the few greying ones. Her knitting needles worked rhythmically in time with her rocking. Click, click. Click, click.

"So did you stop by the jail and acquaint yourself with the Watchers as your father bid you before he left? You know that if there's any trouble, you go straight to them." Miss Charlotte raised a thin eyebrow, regarding the younger woman across from her.

Deal with a Watcher

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Deal with a Watcher

A Battered Notebook: 8 Wintring Trewsday

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Yesterday I finished my interview with Seaver, I watched this man nearly break down from the guilt he carries because he could not protect the wo

An Official Witness statement by Arenborn

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Official Document

((This is a statement written by Arenborn for the watch, and given to Danwick. Written in a neat script))

I was in the Prancing Pony inn at the bar getting a drink, when these two men were ordering this young woman about. She looked quite poor, didn't even have shoes. They told her to buy them more drinks, so she came over to the bar where I stood with another lady, though I didn't catch her name, I believe the Watcher I spoke to saw her as well.

Meeting Captain Basaran - Part 1

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

It had been a slow night, rain looked imminent and there were too many of the Watch in the Tavern to risk cutting purse strings.  It was time to venture further afield if she wanted to stay clear of a good hiding from Hog; he’d not been too impressed with the contents of her bag lately.  It had been a good while since she’d relieved the good folk of Cladcot of their possessions; by now some of them would have likely grown careless again about checking whether their doors and windows were locked.  She glanced up at the dark grey sky, slung her bag on her back and m

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