From the diary of Vasyr Zietsev, Khadoran Ranger:

Klar, Alric, and I are hanging out Ohk looking for work, nothing found
– but I did get a letter from Fyodor. I haven’t seen that brainiac
freak since he left our village for Unie. He arrived by train on his
way to Falconbridge to set up some sort of study of fury woodland
creatures’ mating habits, or some such.

Fyodor found a way to piss of some sort of Khard barbarian stepping off
the train. I gave almost as good as got, but dam that vinegar smelling
son of a Caspian hit hard. When I awoke we were on the way to then bar
on Fyodor’s jink.
It turned out that Fyodor was not much better off than us, he was
waiting on a grant for some jink, and he had to get his camp set up and
send back some results to the Unie before he would see a horn of the
grant.

After a tip or two good fortune found us, “M” be praised. Volden a
local alchemist found himself needing some day labor to get his goods
ready for an over land to Falconbridge, and found himself also needing
some caravan guards and the use of a good scout.

We loaded up a cart and a couple makeshift coaches with all of
Volden’s goods for the trip. Good thing we got his goods out of that
warehouse, the rats were huge and had built a small city in the stored
crates there. They weren’t much of an issue for a bunch o’ lads just
out of the Winterguard though.

After getting the carts loaded we waited for Volden Mirsk to show and
lead us to a place to stay in town, before taking off at dawn. I
caught a Caspian swine lifting Fyodor’s purse. That joker had a bundle
of jink in that purse – idiot savant I guess. I tracked down the rogue
and gave him a bit of what for, after Klar slowed him down with a bit
of a long-range bowshot. The dirty Caspian gave me back the purse
after he realized the beating that was about to be finished off on him
– Fyodor had come to help, but managed to fall down a hole before
combat.

We spent the night at Volden’s old flat with his delightful daughter
Tatyana. We look forward to leaving in the morning.

All misspellings are Vasyr’s, not my own. I will be posting future entries as they are made available to me. Everything here is completely player-knowledge, and does not necessarily reflect what is really going on. The pickpocke, for example, was a Midlunder. But what’s the difference to a backwoods Kossite like Vasyr, eh?