Rahadin’s Journal

Dec 1855 Shadowfell

I appeared as Bandard, my assistant, when arriving this morning. Looking over the room, the layout of the inn, the town, and the emissary Kas had sent to do the same, was an interesting experience. I’ve never let Bandard go ahead of me to check things out, he is quite capable, but, if he feels as if I’m being slighted he may cause…damage to the property and that is not the first impression I’m looking for on this trip.

The room was more than adequate for an inn this size, the left of the inn will be “my side” and the mirror image will be Kas’. I have to admit, he did well in choosing this inn. Everything is equal for both parties, including, not having many associates in town.

I’m unclear as to what he is willing to trade to make this truce. That irks me. I haven’t been able to get any information out of my informants about what they may have, that we want. I’ve never went into a negotiation without knowing exactly what it is I am trading for. Maybe they don’t have anything, no, Kas is not that stupid to ask for a treaty without having something up his sleeve to sweeten the pot.

Speaking of sweet, I was impressed the bartender was able to procure hag blood for the dinner this evening. It was sweet with an earthly undertone. Having the hag not be dead keeps it fresh. I’m curious as to where he procured it and how. Not many people can afford such lavish amenities.

The emissary Kas had sent was dry, all skin and bones, he looked as though he would catch fire and turn to dust if he got too close to the mantle. He spoke little but watched much, he was not the sort to over look a bed cover out of place or a pillow not square. In short, he was boring, this was not a man that got riled up over something. He just stated a fact of something that needed to be changed and expected to be listened to as he watched. No, this man, Bower, I think his name was would die and not be upset by it before betraying his owner.