Mayflower sat at his desk contemplating the latest draft of his speech, rummaging through papers as he compiled his notes for a political rally later in the week. Mayflower had found his stride, it seemed, after returning from the great expedition into the old forests of the Greenwood. Returning he had set about advertising this relic of the past, drawing in many of the curious, powerful and influential. Women wined and dined his guests while he worked the crowd. The big draw of this event was a set of armor that Thomas Thompson had managed to assemble in the two weeks after their harrowing experience. Certain individuals brought their own alcohol to increase their chances to win. At the end of the evening a small, rather exuberant human had been the lucky winner. There was a round of cheers and backslaps, as is customary when you lose.
Mayflower made arrangements for new armor to be acquired the following week. As Thomas had also completed a set of functioning armor, this was also a step closer to cleaning up, and I quote, "the degeneracy from the sacred stones of this street where men of honor and good breeding have for generations made their home." To be fair, this was from an early draft of his speech and will not likely make it into the final.
Inventor, Benefactor
The young inventor returned to the smoggy streets of Newhaven with credibility and a renewed vigor to establish his guild, TechEverlasting, as an innovator in electrical engineering. His visit to the Hall of Guilds was profitable. He met a dwarf, who had the bearing of a man who had seen everything pass across his desk. The beaurocratic dwarf moved with the alacrity of a snail and the optimism of a dead horse. After answering the usual questions, his application was processed. Thomas decided that a gainful course of action was to draw in other hopeful inventors with the promise of a reward for the most original or creative new ideas. A few pounds down was nothing for the potential of a 45 pound return on your investment and possible exposure in the scientific world. It was easy money.
After returning home, Thomas began his own preparations for the event as well as plotting out his next inventions.
Letters
The lady Lindion had a slightly more interesting day. She had spent the former days moving into some new accommodations in Vertfield, sent letters requesting audiences with Dame Lorieth and the City Council and had started to find a new butler. Her man Philip had, during her vacancy, quietly slipped out and gained new employment elsewhere. Here evenings had been taken up attending to her future plans, some of which included chance encounters with Arthur Belebrante. She also managed to craft a few new potions in the spacious sunroom which had been converted into a garden and labratory for her specific focus.
With much of business behind her, she refocused her efforts on the streets of Newhaven, an endeavor which proved somewhat difficult. The whole of the city was in the grips of the terror of the Whalers and other gangs which had seen a power vacuum in recent weeks. The deaths of prominent underworld figures had shocked the city. Lindion, in her guise as Miss Feather, asked questions which would have normally gotten her answers. The beggers, the poor and the innocent were abnormally tight-lipped. Reverand Clark was more willing to share what he knew and promised more information as soon as he could ask his own parishioners.
As Miss Feather was returning from her encounter, she chanced upon the woman known as N. The mysterious woman was evasive and shrouded when asked any kind of question. Lindion refused to budge however, and refused to do future favors unless the exchange was mutual, information for information. For the moment, Lindion would do further research on the parchment and determine where the treasure was hidden so long ago. The two women parted ways, both of their minds filled with their own troubles and suspicions.
In an Unofficial Capacity
Father Collins had risen earlier than normal to venture to the offices of the Ministry and talk with his associates, Burnes and Hughes. Finding Burnes buried in papers and Goldie scrutinizing the ceiling, he hopped onto a chair and told them of the symbols he had uncovered. Burnes looked over the eye and skull/tentacle images with some care. Burnes told Father Collins that he would need to seek higher approval to share any information regarding these items. He then told Father Collins that he had been intending to visit him and ask for his help. They had not made much progress on their shared cases, but that several of the cursed trinkets had made their way into the city recently. They had been reluctantly turned over to the Inquisition. Father Collins would be invaluable in working with the Inquisition and learning what he could about these items and passing it along. They needed to find more of them or determine how they were coming into the city.
With promises that he would soon return with more information, Father Collins left and went to visit his friend, Brother Stephen.
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