Kelestri's Journal

First day, Mirtul.
While Altrú has its charm business both personal and financial call me to a hutcluster called Respite Run. Though I missed the festivity of Greengrass, it has made for travel light and quick. I am to meet a mastercraftsman, Bromar Goldenforge, a dwarf with a reputation for being hammerside of several unique items of exceptional quality. He apparently has heard of my skills and my needs, and has requested visit. -
What a lunatic. I think I've perchanced upon the most foolhardy but brillaintly skilled dwarf in a hundred miles. I suspect Bromar has a thirst for experiences that his body may not always afford, may Gond guide hime when his wisdom does not.
Something is very different about my handcrafted blade, it seems unharmed yet it does not cool as steel should. -
The funeral for Unther Ravenhelm is set for morrow. Presiding Lawmaster Ulithana from the House of Tyr's Hand expects a strong possiblility of disturbance. Widow Marina is quite willing to part with fair expense to keep things respectful. Bromar and I are refitting some brilliantly crafted armor to one Animosus Constans, seemingly a favored horse cadet of Ulithana. The quality of this armor is superior to any I've seen in the smaller towns and possibly comparable to some I've ever heard stories. -
Widow Marina may be aware of things most overlook, maybe just a lucky guess. This will be the easiest 320 made in a single day or enough sum to cover cost for a funeral wagon home. -
The aging child from the loins of Marina, Alyona, harbors secrets and desires similar to ones I've once had myself. Those razor sharp blues eyes, so sweet, I wonder if there really is an adventerous heart that shares the same body.-