Things got stranger by nighttime.
Some young lord showed up and picked me and the tiefling apart from the rest. Eventually they handed us over to him, the man named Melmoth—cryptic, unsettling, but apparently got us released. Might be worth sticking around.
Seiki—the tiefling—wanted a go at one of the guards. We had to get out fast. Melmoth’s securing us a ship.
Not too long ago, an attack hit the city. We found some wounded black* elves. One’s a surgeon; she’ll be useful on board.
Blackluster's contract on me is through some secretive organization. Best to stay clear of them for now. A fellow countryman of mine works with them—knows too much. I’ll keep my distance until I know more about him and his intentions. One condition stands out: I’m only in trouble if I betray Blackluster intentionally.
Loophole: if Blackluster dies, contract’s null.
Oh and apparently, a celestial dropped down from above. Is this the norm around here? I should make a note of that.
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*they come in different shades 'round these parts?