*…Iljian was awake. Very much so. Outside, it was still night and would be for some hours more, yet there was no chance that he would fall back asleep anytime soon. Earlier he had been exhausted and tired from his trips through Trinsic and had fallen asleep quickly, yet now he lay brooding and hurting in the soft twilight. They had left the trapdoor leading to the tower open and both the soft light and the gentle rumbling of the waves drifted down to him. If only his wound would finally stop hurting. Like a dozen times before Iljian tried to shift his position carefully in order to avoid waking Liana next to him. Not that it did any good. The bandage only stretched and pressed against the wound, sending another jolt of pain through him that made him wince.
It didn’t look like he would be very useful on duty the next day, either. Do some paperwork maybe, but certainly no running about and after whatever brigand was stupid enough to try another frontal attack on the town. Maybe he could spend the day with Liana then, go for a picnic… or maybe not. Walking around and sitting on the ground seemed to be both genuinely bad ideas.
It was somewhat strange that she was back as well now. Of course he had missed her lots, but after all this time he had become used to the idea of her being gone for good. And just like that she had returned. Not only that, she had picked up right where they had left off as well. Hugging and kissing and talking and just generally ignoring the fact that they had not seen or heard from each other for the best part of a year. And she had started to complain about how he was not doing this and that and was distanced and awkward. Was it not normal to be awkward after such a time and after having thought for so long that she would not ever be back? Thinking that she might have decided to become a proper elf after all?
Then again, elves lived like forever. Maybe she didn’t even realise how long they had been separated? What if elves didn’t even bother with months and years, since they had nearly infinite amounts of them to spend? What would an elf care for a year apart when they could have hundreds together afterwards? That made sense, sort of. The only problem being that Iljian wasn’t an elf. He didn’t have centuries to spend and a year apart was a really really long time for him. And enough reason to be awkward, too. He sighed into the darkness.
Maybe it would be better now again. At least that’s what he tried to convince himself of. He would try harder to do things right and not mess up so much and if she would be happier again then all would work out again. They would prepare and ask the Duke again and all that.
In the last moment he suppressed a small scream as Liana shifted in her sleep and poked her arm into his hurt side. She seemed blissfully unaware and still deep asleep yet Iljian was wider awake now as ever before. The wound had been treated with all the care and knowledge possible and was healing nicely as well, so why did it have to hurt that much? Probably because someone had thought it necessary to walk all through town in search of his love. “Romantic but foolish.” Iljian muttered into the darkness.*
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Since nobody else ever writes a report these days I am trying again to sum up the last days.
I questioned the two female and the male drow about the murder done on Thursday night, yet so far I cannot prove their involvement in the affair. The stories of the two females are matching almost perfectly and they stick together well enough to make either both guilty or both innocent. The male one is just as suspicious as the other two, since he tried repeatedly to hide in town and avoid the guards. So far, no further witnesses have come forward. A sort of good news is however that after examination of the corpse we can be sure that the victim was no citizen of Trinsic. Furthermore, there are older scars next to the fresh injuries that led to his death. Considering the time and place in which the corpse was found it is almost certainly a staged murder after which the corpse was deposited there and the blood spread all around it. Most likely that the drow killed one of their own slaves or one of the rivalling House.
On Saturday, Van Cocidius and his wife sparked trouble at the market by badmouthing the Duchy and the guards, especially Captain Dawn. In return, she stated that he had overstretched his limits and that she would not accept any more insults from either of them. Later that night, he and two other brigands attacked Trinsic and cowardly ambushed and shot Kai. They remained, trying to act like undead and while they aren’t much brighter, just as mindlessly violent and even more smelly, we soon spotted that they were not really undead. A fight broke out in which we downed Van and arrested him, yet the other brigands broke him free and tried to kidnap Dawn and Kaelyn to Vesper. It seems as if not even Vesper likes them any more than we do, since the new Baron drove them off and released Dawn and Kaelyn. I got hurt from an arrow in my side and could not return to duty yet, but wrote the warrants and added them to the Handbook.
I was not yet on duty on Sunday, so I can’t say much about what happened. But I think all was quiet and some people went on a hunt with the Britannian Guards who might write their own report about that. The Duke accepted a new recruit into the guardforce as well.
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