Sitting in what is becoming my 'usual' place in Jeggy's Jug, slowly drinking my mug of Baslwief Brown ale, from my own mug of course. I have been asking people for days now where I can find Gaedren, but no one seems to know or care about what he is doing to the children.
Some of the merchants I have spoken to have told me about some others also looking for Gaedren, and some of them looked quite rough. I should take care if I come to the attention of any of these others.
Looking across the room I can see and hear much of the gossip so I might as well finish this depressing Sunday with a good ale and warmth of the fire. Stopping by for the usual small service at the ruined temple of Aroden today I was informed by the clerics that the city is trying to have it all knocked down. It is always a great shame to destroy any part of our history, especially that which looked after its citizens.
Glancing down at my mug and picking it up. "Anyway, to Cayden, do good, enjoy life and stand up for what you believe in." Tomorrow is another chance to find Gaedren.