Journal of Ianavul the Fair  

 

The dark and swimming skies
really have everyone on edge
these days.

Most of those I could charm
for information or persuade
have been more difficult than
any I've seen.

Noble Jimal is now ill for the
first time in his life and
Noble Mikuv seems paranoid. I

feel we are falling apart and
our solidarity is weakening.

Sure, we've fought over the new
city quarter, the laws of
promotion, and the sewer
cleaning, but it seems now we
can agree on nothing and get
nothing done.

Is this going to be useful or is this just a piece of Lore?