Jaran: Words of Doubt - 21st Hammer, 1358DR
One Geas at a Time
I’ve finally finished drafting plans for a Mystran temple in Mosstone. Having only seen small parts of the temple in Velen, I was at somewhat of a loss concerning the architecture. Perhaps Gwynnedh has some insight, but it would be embarrassing to have to place myself in her debt for a simple lack of knowledge. I can only have faith that if the Rider of Winds had wished me to know such things, he would have placed them in my path. May he forgive me for raising a temple for worship to another deity. Some day perhaps I can travel to the forests of Myth Drannor and offer apology at his shrine.
Mosstone had best be at least a marginally profitable venture, for otherwise I’ll be unable to cover the costs of both temple and guildhouse.
I envy Kalcryx and the ease with which he recruited and holds his Helmite warriors, despite his monstrous looks. I have asked Falderian to whisper the word of my guild in the ears of those we might want to attract, and I have been looking about the city myself. If I manage to gather people of such skill, I shall have a good basis to work from to attract those of stronger power.
This is, of course, assuming I manage to survive the monk bent upon assassinating me. I hope Falderian manages to contact this ‘Twinkle’ fellow soon.