Session III

General Summary

Gillan’s Logbook, September 8th

I don’t understand what is going on with these shipments over the last few weeks. I can only buy so much time before Lilian’s men are sent down here to make an example out of me. I just need some of the heat off me and my boys for a week or so. But those damned smugglers keep sacking our convoys and stealing our product. I can’t keep those husks on the street hooked on our stuff if we don’t got nothing to sell to them. Sometimes I feel bad selling to them to them, but hey, it was there choice to live in their own heads… what’s so wrong about given them a helping hand to escape reality for a while, anything to keep the coin flowing.
Got word in from a good friend V that she is finally having luck on her side of business in Krem. Even has a steady bunch of warm bodies that helped her pull off a successful job down by the Nightwire District. She was even so kind to send some of them my way to help with an issue I’ve been having for weeks with these damned wings snatching our supplies. Let’s hope they can handle getting these guys off my back to I can finally break even and get Lilian from breathing down my neck.
Gillan’s Logbook, September 9th
Either the stars aligned, or V is just damn good at effectively playing cards at the right time. One of the groups she sent my way wanted to get in touch with the winged bastards stealing my product. Never thought I’d have such a perfect solution to my problem walk into mt tavern. Either that woman is crazy or is just looking for trouble. No matter what they decide to I’ll get a good amount of gold back on that shipment. Poor thing that it crashed during whatever they plan to do tomorrow night. The woman wanted money on top of the old sparrow. I mean, I hate to see a fine, rare ship like her go. But I’ll make my money back on a little insurance fraud. Still, the balls on that lass to ask for an upfront pay with it. The new bloods these days never seem to learn the concept of a basic business exchange. The boys will defiantly get a laugh out of that one. Traveling Potion Seller, September 9th
My day was fine, just dandy, clean as a whistle. Selling to good to be true deals left and right. Had some more experienced groups of adventures and idiots give me a little too much here or there. An average and honest living for a shithole of place like Krem.
Then the fucking jolly cat-fucker decided to walk up to my humble station and ask for some alchemist fire. Now I don’t have the pure stuff, but just a bit mixed in with some other random liquids sells it off as the real thing. I do the normal upcharge and he walks away. Then this fucking furry piece of garbage wants to test the product all his own on MY FUCKING CART. Now I’m in a panic trying to thing of what I’m going to do to stop what amounts to a grease fire when this lion bitch pulls be away to save my life. I watched as my stock burned and he wanted to save it by throwing it on to the hard stone ground and pocketing a few during the ruckus as some kind of payment for his good deeds. I of course was in stressful tears at this point, so in his wise wisdom and out of kindness he grabs the sewer water I marked as a healing potion and forces it down my throat to heal my “emotional wounds”.
If I ever get the chance, I will make him choke on some strange mix of fire, piss, and shit so he will know my wrath. The pure, sweet, unbridled rage that is Jonathon Wickerbottom III.
(The paper that this was written on is crumbled and stained with too many tears)

Report Date

07 Dec 2021