A spy reports what he has learned back to his dread lord.
Devilish Tomes and a Damning Letter
“My lord and master…"
“…although it is proving difficult to observe them since they are all scattered about the main house. I did, however, manage to listen as the boy-merchant and priest discovered E. Madrigore’s private library and collection of banned tomes. My lord would be wise to allow me to burn these before his unholy enemy discovers their continued existence. One of them could very well be his Book of Keeping…”
“…the very letter I delivered from my lord to E. Madrigore those many years ago. It seems a burglar bungled his burgling and died clutching the thing…”Vengeful Nursemaid and a Sibling Rivalry
“…and I watched the entire occurrence from my position at the window. The nursemaid—now a hateful and wretched little dead thing—forced herself onto the Halfling girl driving black thumbs into her sockets. I’m fairly certain the creature intended to drive the poor girls brains into a swirl but the strangest thing happened at this point: the very color drained from the specter beginning at the feet and disappearing out from the fingertips. It was as though through some act of purgative necromancy, the nursemaid rid herself of the Madrigore curse for it was white and motionless after…”
“…apparently V. has convinced them that T. had her tongue removed for some past transgression. And yet, T. has informed them that V. is disturbed enough to have ripped out her own tongue before having locked him in the attic to starve to death…”
Wolves in the Yard, Bones in the Attic
“…are these wolves neccesary, my lord? They unnerve me. There is a quiet hunger in their eyes as they watch me go about in your service. There I clung to the house siding, peering through broken windows, picking through pieces of conversation, and these creatures simply watched from the treeline as though waiting for me to slip so they may begin to feast…”
“…they discovered the skeletal remains of T. and the Halfling nursemaid. It is my thought that the ghost child has finally summoned the courage to confront the terror in the tunnels below. If the ghost child succeeds, my lord, shall I remain for the inevitable aftermath? Or shall I return to the Blood o’ the Vine or attend to the Martikov matter in Vallaki? And there is still the small matter of that awful woman and her creeping hut…”
“…I remain, as ever, your humblest of servants,