Personal Notes & Scribbles Pt. 1.

My lord, Salazar, has entrusted me with a matter of the utmost significance.
It is difficult to fathom that there exists anything in this world capable of troubling someone of his status and intellect. And yet, the situation with the Black Lotus has proven itself to be precisely that—a menace even to those of his station.
 
The Black Lotus has begun to take root in the squalor of the Low City of Eneriana. Its properties are nothing short of catastrophic; mere contact ensures death—unavoidable, unrelenting. Even the formidable Duke of Samira-Sebak, for all his power, would not withstand it.
 
To serve Salazar, I must pursue every avenue to secure the Lotus and thus protect him from its potential threat. My lord, ever prudent, has suggested the Blood Orchid as a solution*. Yet, the timing is not right. Such subtleties must not be rushed. My immediate task is clear: to untangle the web of allegiances and territories—who is where, who claims what. The petty games of these so-called lords must be understood before any further action is taken.
 
This morning, my lord spoke with a rebel—a rather unimpressive figure destined to become one of my companions. The thought of working alongside such individuals does not inspire confidence. Nevertheless, I trust Lord Salazar’s wisdom in selecting them for this endeavour, even if their worth is not yet evident to me.
 
Additionally, my lord resolved, with his customary decisiveness, a troubling matter involving a wizard. He advised me not to concern myself with it, as if to shield me from distractions. As always, his guidance is both gracious and deliberate.
 
Everything I do, I do in his service.
He told me not to worry.
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*Failure was not an option, but still, I failed. A different path must be forged. I should not burden him with the consequences of my inadequacies.