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Ubersreik: The grand hunt

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From the unfinished Chronicle of Barnabas Boven
By Nigel Kurst : Scribe at the Imperial Library of Atdorf.
(Author’s note: For ease of reading while I compile my notes and rough drafts I will denote the words of Barnabas within these lines) → ~ ~

~Today was a complete waste of time. Instead of spending the day studying I went traipsing around the woods with several of my agents and a small group of nobles. The “hunt” consisted of wandering around aimlessly while several incompetent servants tried to find animals for their equally clueless masters. “Tracking” seems to be an endless cycle of servants squinting at faint depressions in the ground and occasionally sniffing dirt or animal droppings. At the insistence of “The Praegustator” a loud drunken dwarf and “The Storyteller” stayed behind in a large clearing.

When I finally spotted a deer I quickly let loose a well aimed spell. It was flawless. I feel I am getting better at controlling the Azyr wind even while under the gaze of Morrslieb. Unfortunately the deer turned out to be one of the servants. He is expected to make a full recovery in a few weeks.

It was dusk by the time we returned to Ubersreik. “The Praegustator” killed a piglet during the hunt and its mother, saving one of the nobles from being gored in the process. While waiting for the piglet to cook “The Praegustator” gleefully announced that he secured an invitation to the ball due to his shooting prowess. With that menial task complete I will be attending the ball as his guest, it pays to have agents that take the initiative.

During our meal we heard rumours of a dead rat catcher’s dog, and that the rat catcher was missing. The three of us tried to determine of it was in fact “The Docent” but it remained unclear. At that point I realised “The Puff” and “The Fox” hadn’t returned. Out all night, and all day. Last night I saw them speaking in hushed tones and then sneaking off to one of the private booths. Neither one struck me as having Bretonnian leanings but I could be wrong. I’m sure they will turn up when they grow tired of each other’s company.

I excused myself after finishing my meal and came here to my room to record the events of the day and resume my studies. I would have been further along if I had only stayed here today.

P.S. The piglet was a lovely meal. ~

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